Missing You ;)

Me, letting my mutuals know they’re valid

Johnny Cage x reader x Kenshi

CW: NSFW (18+ content)

This is my first fic so it may be bad😅

Word count: 2283

PART 1

Your morning has gone as usual; wake up early, get dressed, and prepare for training. You had been eating by yourself on the training grounds waiting for the others to show up when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You look up to see Kenshi silently asking if he can sit next to you. You nod happily as you munch on your breakfast. You’re chatting idly for a little bit until he gives you a challenge. “I bet you can’t beat me in training today.” He smiles at your offended expression. You swallow your last bite before you spit back reasons why you could.

After faux insults were thrown, you took it as a personal goal to take Kenshi down a notch. You wrestled him down to the ground and tried to pin him, but he was quick to roll around from underneath you. He was too quick for you to grapple, but you weren’t fast enough to dodge him. He grabs your upper arm and pins it behind your back. He almost had your other hand if you hadn’t shifted your weight to pull your arm from his grasp. You grabbed his wrist and flipped him over upside down and onto his back. You then slid down to put him in a head-leg lock. You squeezed your legs tight together to get him to give up. What you didn't know, however, is that Kenshi was horribly turned on and had a hard on.

He tried to get out of your grasp but to no avail. He tapped you on the thigh, signaling that you won, and you let go immediately. Sucking in a deep breath, he sat up and composed himself. You had already gotten up and extended your hand to help him up. You turn your attention to the other three trainees and the man beside you takes this moment to adjust himself.

Johnny comes up to you first and throws fake punches at you while laughing. “Are you ready for training today?” “Of course!” He gives a cheesy smile as you turn your attention to the two other guys beside you. You hold up two fists and they respond by giving you a fist bump back. “Ready to get your asses whooped today? I’m not going easy,” you stated confidently, “Kenshi here said I couldn’t beat him, so I’ll beat everyone else and still come out on top!” Lao chimes in first, “No way you can beat me Y/N.” “We shall have to see about that.” You retort. Raiden responds to the challenge as well, “I would be more than glad to spar with you today Y/N.” “Glad to hear you won’t be upset to lose!”

As you all playfully smack talk each other, you all get ready for a long day of training ahead of you. At one point, you start your battle tier and your first opponent is Johnny. Smug as ever, he talks your ear off. Unfortunately for him, you easily best him and tease him as you leave him in the dust. Lao and Raiden were more of a challenge. Lao with his chakram hat and Raiden simply had more years of combat experience. After valiant efforts, they admit defeat (some more easily than others.) You look at Kenshi with a big smile on your face. “Think you can still beat me, Pretty Boy?” You knew that your words would get under his skin, and the look on his face was evidence enough that you were right. He brushed off your comment and said, “Let's see what you can do.”

You had been sparring with Kenshi for close to an hour now. He has been on the offense as you throw punches and kicks at him fast, he can just manage to keep up. You eventually wear him down enough you fake him out, sweep his legs, then pin him down. He is able to shove you off due to body weight differences. Both of you get up and he tries to throw quick punches at you, one lands and it throws you off your balance. You tumble backward and he tries to land his ‘Question Mark’ kick when you catch his ankle and shot put him away.

Chants of laughter and awe can be heard from your posse of three other men, that being Johnny, Kung Lao, and Raiden. “$20 says Kenshi wipes the floor with her.” The cockier man claims. “No way, I think Y/N has got this one no doubt.” The darker haired boys shoot back. Their bickering was cut short by the sound of Y/N getting tossed to the ground.

Rolling on the ground, you try to catch your breath. This fight had been going on longer than you anticipated and it was wearing you out. “Is that all you got Takahashi? Or was earlier all you could take, hmm?” you tease. He rushes forward and fakes out to the side before you could react or block, he lands a hard blow to your side. He never hit this hard in training before, you wonder what has got him so worked up. However, before you could linger on that thought he goes in for another blow to your hurt side, but you block his advance and land a punch square to his jaw. This takes him aback and makes his eyes water a bit. Having had enough of this argument, he advances and throws you off balance, dropping to the ground to pin your arm through his legs and cuts off your air with his calf.

You struggle for what seems like forever. WIth the way he has your arm positioned, you could almost feel something poking at your forearm. However, you didn't have much time to think about what that was before he pulled your arm tighter causing you to cry out in pain. Just as he did earlier, you tap his thigh to signal that you lost. He immediately lets go and gets up, storming off to his room and bumping Johnny’s shoulder rather hard as he went. The two shaolin stare at Kenshi in disbelief that he brushed the fight off so easily and without a word. You, too, were confused at his grumpy attitude. What also confused you was that Johnny had a shit eating grin on his face. Slumping his arms around Raiden and Kung Lao, he nonchalantly says, “So, you two owe me $20 hah.” Groaning in annoyance, they begrudgingly pay up.

“Wow,, were you guys seriously betting on who would win that fight?” You stare in fake disbelief. Johnny quickly chimes in before the others can speak “Whaaat? A little friendly betting is all in good fun.” He shoots you a signature smirk and you roll your eyes. Changing the conversation topic you ask, “Hey, is Kenshi okay? He seemed out of it.” Johnny glances at you playfully and shrugs, then says, “I’m sure it’s nothing, I’ll go check on him.” WIth that, he leaves you, Raiden, and Lao to train more before the day is over. After a quick spar with Raiden and Lao, you decide that you need to make sure Kenshi is ok yourself. So you bid the boys adieu head to the man in question’s room.

As you come up onto his door, you can hear muffled sounds. Curiosity getting the better of you, you lean into the door to listen. You can hear Johnny and Kenshi slightly arguing about how he acted earlier, so you listen more to their conversation. At one point the door peeks open, so you can see them too.

“Ken, it was obvious you were distracted. I’m guessing it has to do with Y/N?” He asks with a knowing tone in his voice. “What? Cage, I have no clue what you’re talking about. And what I think about is none of your business.” He snaps back. “Come on, don’t lie to me,” he grins, “you popped one when she tried to pin you, don’t think I couldn’t see that.” The dark haired man quickly looked away when a deep flush on his face, “Was it. . . that obvious?” “Dude, it was obvious.” He deadpans. “She is attractive, I will say that. Hell, I may have gotten heated too if I was in that position. I saw you too earlier, she had her thighs locked around your head right? Damn that was sexy.” “Knock it off, Cage.” He says with an exasperated sigh. Cage moves over to straddle Kenshi, harshly grinding down on the man, making him groan out. “You know Ken Doll, we can always ask to share~.” “I, ugh, Johnny. We can’t, hgnn.” You gasp out in shock at the revelation. They shoot their heads toward the door only to see you running away from embarrassment. “Nice going Cage!” Kenshi says, the exasperation in his voice evident. “What? Come on, let's go talk to her.” With that, they run off after you.

You slam the door behind you as you catch your breath. Holy Fuck! Did they see me? Oh god they saw me, how do I explain why I was listening? And how do I explain what I just saw? Are Johnny and Kenshi… — Your thoughts were cut off as you heard soft knocking at your door. “Hey! Y/N, we need to talk to you real fast. Can you let us in?” You heard it in a loud voice. OH FUCK IT’S JOHNNY! SHIT! What should I do? You breathe slowly to help yourself calm down. Hesitantly, you walk to the door and open it to see Johnny and Kenshi standing there, both somewhat out of breath and looking slightly flushed. The actor starts before you can speak, “Yo Y/N, uhm, what you just saw… I—“ “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to listen in on your conversation like that. I just wanted to see if you were ok,” you nod toward Kenshi, “You seemed off during our spar and I was worried. You guys can come in if you’d like. I can make tea.” You turn on your heel with haste to start making tea (Also to avoid eye contact with the men behind you.)

Kenshi speaks up to rid the room of the awkward silence, “Y/N, I’m sorry if I worried you during our match today. There’s a lot on my mind.” “I know—“ You said before you could catch yourself. You want to crawl into a hole and perish. “Ah, so you did hear most of that conversation.” You turn towards them with the tea pot and cups in your hands. “Like I said, I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to pry into your conversation, but I…” you trail off due to lack of words in your mind. “You what?” They both inquire. “I heard what you both said about me.” You state simply as you pour your tea and sip on it idly. They look at each other with a loss for words. Johnny moves to sit down across from you and Kenshi, after a few moments, does the same. You pour them a cup and sit in comfortable silence, but only for a moment.

”So, you both like me?” You smile gently at them, causing them to blush harder than either would like to admit. “I’ll agree to that statement.” Johnny says, trying to get some of his swagger back. Meanwhile, Kenshi can only elbow Johnny in the side, but nods in agreement. Feeling bold in the moment you can’t help but chuckle a little. “What’s so funny?” Johnny asks with a sly grin on his face. “Nothing, just that this information makes this all the more easy.” Before the boys can react, you lean over the table and pull Kenshi in for a quick, but heated, kiss. You pull away already breathless and heart racing. You hear Johnny give a prolonged wolf whistle and you go for him next.

He, however, is ready for it and pulls your face deeper into his. You moan slightly as he bites your bottom lip. Pushing the cups aside so as to not knock them over, you continue to lean into Johnny. He paws at your chest and gently squeezes you through your training shirts. After a few minutes of sloppily kissing the narcissist you release his mouth and pant heavily. It felt as though the room suddenly got 100 degrees hotter. Looking over to the swordsman, you noticed he’s harder than a rock. This gives you a lusty grin on your face as you move to straddle him as the other man did earlier.

”Kenshi, would you like for me to help you with your little problem here~?” He looks lost in your eyes as you pull him closer. You lean to the side to breathe into his ear. He then bucks his hips up and groans out. Hands roaming across your hips, ass, and torso, never in one place for too long. You grind down on his thick bulge as he goes to suck on your neck. You’re so engrossed at what is happening, you fail to hear Johnny sneaking up behind you until you feel large hands grabbing your breasts.

”I need a little attention too.” He coos. You chuckle at his words and reach your hand behind you to fondle at his clothed crotch. You break the kiss with Kenshi and he looks dazed as he’s painfully hard beneath you. You snake your hands up to both their faces and gently caress them. Their undivided attention is on nothing but you. Only then do you speak, and that little phrase gets them breathless: “Want to take this to my room?”

titan havik…titan havik and his silly stupid ridiculous arrogant attitude being a TEASE !!!

Chat, lemme cook for a second-- (this idea is great and so are you!)

Magnificent Maelstrom

Titan Havik x fem! reader

WC: 2,645

CW: SMUT! Mentions of violence, blood, bodily harm. Oral (M & F receiving), bitingg, scratching, creampie :3, uhhhh Havik is the warning tbh.

AN: Thank you Tan for the request,, I had fun writing this. <3

“VICTORY IS MINE!” You hear crowds cheering out as you roar your triumph in the pit. You throw your arms up as you circle around your dead opponent. Many of the Havik clones are throwing their arms at you in applause. Only one Havik catches your eye in particular though.

Lord Havik, the man he is. You hold his gaze on you. That crazed look he has on his face just looking at you covered in your foes blood is wild. It’s like lightning shooting through your veins. He knows exactly what drives you crazy for him. 

With a final show of glory, you turn to your deceased enemy and plant your foot firmly on his back, yanking your greatsword out from his side. You throw your sword into the air and watch as it lands mere inches away from your Lord. He doesn’t flinch. You know whether you strike him or not, he is never afraid. 

Climbing the wall of the arena, you take your spot next to Lord Havik. Takeda comes up to slap you on the back. “Nice job in the ring! I knew you’d win.” He laughs to himself as Kenshi comes up. “He bet on the other guy.” Takeda looks offended that his father would rat him out so easily. You elbow him in the side. Maybe a little harsher than expected, but he deserved it. 

“Oh please, as if I’d lose to the nobodies they give us in the ring.” This might have turned into petty squabbles had Havik not interrupted. He lightly traced his hand around your neck making you shiver. “You did well, my little hurricane.” 

He growled that last part in your ear, making your knees grow weak. Totally not the fact you just kicked ass in the ring. “Perhaps I should reward you.” The rasp in his voice never ceases to send heat straight to your core. Your mind couldn’t wander very far before you heard your telepathic friends stifle a cough. You glare at him, “How many times have I told you not to read my mind Takahashi.” 

You could punish him, but he’s already being punished enough by Takeda’s insistent pestering about what he heard in your mind.

You roll your eyes and turn your attention back to the ring where a significant increase in severed limbs has occurred. Everyone’s focus was on the ring as the next fight was to begin. You’d like to think Lord Havik knew that you want to keep your relationship on the down low. So why did you feel his fingernails creep up your back? Trying to keep your composure while he massages your neck slowly is more difficult than it sounds. 

You swiftly move to catch his wrist, in doing so he lets out a low huff of amusement. You lean over toward him so you can keep your voice quiet. “I’m starting to think you do this on purpose to test me.” Your mind clouds once more as you feel his breath creep down your face. 

“Your reactions fuel me, my dear.” You don’t even have to look to know he has that arrogant smile on his face. Not that he can make any other face. It’s the intention that counts you suppose. 

“The chaos in the ring should intrigue you more, shouldn’t it, My Lord?” “Oh yes, but the madness you yield has far more interest to me.” You feel him gently squeeze your ass from behind. You can only stifle your groan and hope neither of the other two heard you. 

You feel a presence prod at your mind. Since you can feel that it’s there, it must be Takeda. “That’s it.” You break free from Havik’s grasp and yank your greatsword from the stone ground. “Takeda, you’re a deadman!” 

You hear him laughing hysterically as he runs, and you chase after him. 

Kenshi and Lord Havik can only watch in amusement as Takeda uses his ropes to swing away from you. You tried throwing your sword at him only to narrowly miss. 

. . . . . 

Later, you enter the Citadel. The room with seemingly no beginning or end. There were fragments of cobblestone pathways everywhere. In the sky, or down below, there were walkways and obstacles in every part of the room. Is it even a room? A dimension? That doesn’t matter as you approach the man you’ve been looking for.

Titan Havik is observing a reverse waterfall with great interest. He always does, it seems to calm him, even if ‘calm’ is the opposite of his whole being. He held his mace on his shoulder. He was rarely seen without the sharp object in hand, you thought. His attention diverted as he heard your approach. He gazed upon you with pure arrogance, like he knew you would come crawling to him eventually. 

His bludgeon dissipated into the air as he made his way toward you. He reached out an arm to touch your face, but you swerved under his hand going behind him. His expression dropped slightly. “My Lord, you have been such a tease today,” you keep walking backward. “Do you really think I’d give you what you want after that performance?” Your smirk rivals that of which he wore earlier.

“Would you really deny me? Your ruler?” His voice is almost husky enough to make you give up then and there. You remained strong. His words, however, did bring a smile to your lips. “If you want me, come and get me.” At that, you took your last step off the edge of the walkway. 

Falling, you can’t see the nigh primal look in his eyes as he licks his teeth in anticipation for the chase. You quickly grab a floating stone to break your fall. You land on the path underneath just in time to see Havik break through the path above to get to you. 

“My hurricane, you can’t run from me in here.” You feign a pout, “Oh? But it makes my day that much more fun.” Expecting you to run away from him, you surprise him by heading straight for him. You slide between the gap in his legs and spring off the edge of the platform and leap on the larger floating rocks to move upward. 

Due to your many games of cat and mouse, you knew it was only a matter of time before he played dirty. As you jumped to the next stone, you didn’t see that he threw his arm at your leg until you tripped. Now in free fall, you see Havik follow you stone path to catch you in the air. He firmly lands on the next platform, but not without a sickening crunch indicating he broke his leg. 

You hear the limb snap back into place and his skin sealing itself together. As you're in his broad arms, you start nibbling on his exposed neck. He openly groans into your touch. “Now who’s being a tease?” He tilts his head toward you and leans to start licking your face. 

His unusually long tongue makes its way to your lips and parts them with ease. As your tongues dance around each other, he sets you back on your feet, roughly grabbing onto your chest. You moan into the sloppy makeout session. As he exits your mouth to give you air, saliva covers your lower face. 

You smirk and wipe your face on your unsleeved arm. You let your hands roam across his broad chest as you kiss your way down his torso. He looks down on you as you get on your knees before him. His hand makes its way to your hair to caress the soft strands as you start undoing the cloth surrounding his pants. His hand balls up into a fist, pulling deliciously on your hair. 

“Now will you serve me?” He asks, already knowing the answer. “Yes, My Lord.” You purr as you pull down his pants. You’ve seen him before, but his size still marvels you everytime. 

You grab the base with one hand and slowly lick a stripe up his shaft. The fist in your hair tightens as he groans. Wanting to tease him one last time, you swirl your tongue around his tip, occasionally dipping into the slit. “Your cruelty knows no limits, you maelstrom.” He grits his teeth as you lower your mouth on him.

You suction your mouth on him as you bob your head up and down. Just for added measure, you cup his balls and gently squeeze. You look up to see his dazed expression as his tongue lolls out from his mouth. 

You know you’re doing good when he plants his feet and thrusts all the way down your throat. You gag around him which makes him want to thrust harder. He grabs the back of your head with both hands and sets his own pace, using your face as his fucktoy. He knows you love it though. 

As much as you can’t breathe, you want to pleasure him. You hollow out your throat to allow for more room to take in air between the onslaught. You roughly grab onto his thighs and drag your nails down his leg in desperation. Clawing at anything to keep you grounded. 

You can feel his pace grow erratic as his hips stutter. He roughly pulls out and you heave in a large breath. As you regain your focus, you see blood creeping down his chiseled thigh from where you grabbed onto him.

You could feel yourself soaking through your pants from how wet you were. He pushed you to your back on the ground, laughing lightly as he could see your arousal. He knelt down over you, rubbing the spot between your legs that felt oh so good. But the little friction you got from that is nowhere near enough. 

You squirm as you undo the top of your pants, allowing him to pull them off of you with a harsh tug. You kept wiggling as you saw him stroking himself. You only wanted him inside you at that moment, but he had other plans. It seems like being a tease would bite you in the ass. Literally.

He dips his lead lower and puts a bite mark right on the inside of your thigh. You yelp in surprise. He has to pin your hips down, but not before ripping your panties off you. You shiver as the oddly cold air of the Citadel hits your lips. 

“Look at me, my dear,” He glares into your eyes as he says one more word. “Payback.” His tongue dives straight to like a thick line up your slit. Being the worst tease he is, he harshly sucks on your clit.

You can’t help but moan out as his teeth hit your sensitive bundle of nerves too. “Ahh, Havik!” You barely whimper his name, but to your surprise he stops. His gaze soured into a stern expression as he brought two fingers to gather your slick. “That is not my title.” You realize your mistake and quickly correct yourself. 

“I’m sorry My Lord! Please, don’t stop.” You have a pleading tone in your voice. He seems to like your answer as he pries you open with his two digits. Moving them in and out, scissoring them open to loosen you up. 

Your breathing increases in intensity. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten as he continues to suck your clit and finger you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, surprisingly soft, and tug on it. He growls out into your pussy as he keeps up the pace. 

“Lord Havik, I’m. . . I’m gonna–” “Let it out.” He commands, and you do as you're told. You yank his hair tighter as you shove your pussy into his face. Feeling your slick and release mix with his saliva as he continues to lick every last inch of you. You let go of his hair, but he doesn’t stop licking you, helping you ride out your orgasm. 

After he is done, he leans up to give you a sloppy kiss. You can taste yourself on his mouth as you bring your hands to wrap around his neck. You feel his still hard cock bumping your leg. Even after that strong orgasm, you still can’t help but want more. Want him. Need him.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks down on your disheveled form as he positions himself at your entrance. He pushes into you only to miss and slide up your soaked cunt. The tip nudged your clit sending a bolt of pleasure up your spine. 

Growing frustrated, he repositions himself and pushes all the way into you in one thrust. You can feel the breath being knocked out of you. You moan out at the intrusion, never being fully ready to take him. The stretch was a little painful, but the pleasure overtook that feeling as he pulled out and pushed back in with force. 

He started with a harsh pace, not giving you any time to adjust to his large size. You can feel yourself squeezing his shaft and you get impossibly wetter as he abuses your sopping cunt. He takes one of your nipples in his calloused fingers and pinches it while teething on the other. 

The thought that someone can find you splayed open underneath your Lord never crossed your mind as you moan every time he thrusts into you. He brings his unoccupied hand down to rub circles into your clit. His thrusts falter for a moment as you rake your sharp nails down his muscular back. Leaving bloody trails in its wake.

He loved the scars you left on his body. He wore them just as proudly as his battle scars. Letting people see the things you do to him, whether they knew it was from you or not. His thrusts lost their pattern and became erratic. He was close, and you were too. However, he was dead set on making you go first. 

He bit into the sweet spot on your neck. That coupled with his endless thrusts and toying with your clit cause you to let go for a second time. Your juices came gushing out all over his lower abdomen. He stopped playing with your clit, but his thrusts picked up till he finally threw himself over the edge. 

You locked your legs around his back to make sure he couldn’t leave. Your body heat rose three times as his hot cum was shot into your womb. He lost control of his groans as the bite on your neck drew blood. He had his hands holding your hips in such a grip you thought it might bruise as he finished spilling into you. 

You almost blanked as the please was too much. Were it not for the fact he’s holding you up, you would have slumped over already. He stayed inside you for a little longer. Growling out into your ear, “You drive me mad. You are the anarchy I crave.” You feel warm tears well up in your eyes. You can’t tell if it’s because you’re overstimulated or his words meant more than he realized. 

You breathlessly confess, “You are the disorder to my disarray. Nothing is better than the great turmoil you bring to my life.” You plant one more kiss on his exposed teeth before you groan as he pulls out of you. You shudder as you feel his cum drip out of your spent cunt. An idea, good or bad, sparks your hand into motion. You make a show of scooping his cum from between your legs and bringing your fingers to your mouth. 

You made sure we watched every second of your display. His voice drops to a growl as he speaks, “We have time before the next battle in the arena.”

Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.

So you’re telling me a Ginger bred this Man?????

Any interest for a slowburn angst childhood friends to enemies to lovers x reader fic for Havik :3 ?

I need this man carnally and no one can stop me😩🔊

Animal Attraction

Havik x reader (song fic)

“Animal Attraction” - She Wants Revenge

WC: 2400

CW: mentions of cheating, licking, biting, smut, oral (f and m recieving), Havik is the warning

You sit at your vanity, ring light shining across your face in the dark room. Holding your face in your palm you pick up your phone. Waiting. Waiting for your lousy boyfriend to call, hell, even text you. (He does this all the time. He’s probably off with another girl. . . again.)

That's it, you thought. You had had enough of your lousy man’s behavior. Leaving you lonely on a prime night like this. You’d like to live a little, and live a little you shall.

The night was full of energy and you knew of the best way to spend it: The Club.

“Dirty fishnets, bright red lips. My favorite kind.”

Getting dressed, you feel oh so bold. Deciding to wear your favorite black skirt. You have on a low rise top you’re sure will turn heads. Pairing the outfit with your torn up fishnets, heels, and your accessories, you can’t help but feel you're missing something. Your eyes fall upon the bright crimson red lipstick you bought. Mouth raising into a grin, you grab the makeup and swipe it over your plush lips. (Oh yes. He’d hate this look. Perfect.) Your thoughts cause you to smile so sinister.

Stepping out from behind the counter, you walk over to the full length mirror. Glamor and stunning could do no justice to describe the way you looked tonight. You haven’t felt this good in a long time. Nothing and no one will prevent you from having a good night of fun. Thus, you turn your phone off and slip it into your purse as you strut out the door.

“See you walkin’ across the floor. You caught my eye.”

Arriving at the club, you step out of your car and take a deep breath in. The anticipation for what the night may hold keeps the peep in your step fresh. You walk into the club and go straight for the bar. It can’t be helped, it’s been too long since you’ve had a drink or two.

Sipping on your beverage of choice, you decide to head to the dance floor. (Drinking alone doesn’t make the night great. I need to dance.) Your favorite songs come on and all you can think of is the beat, your drink, and how much you needed this night.

While you were walking over to the crowd, you didn’t seem to notice a certain someone’s eyes following your every move. You could feel someone watching you, so you glanced around until you found the mystery man.

The lower half of his face was disfigured, which took you by surprise, but not afraid of it. He wore a half unbuttoned shirt and some jeans that look a little worse for wear. He knew you were checking him out, and he wasn’t shy about anything. (This could be fun.) You made one last show of eying him then sent him a smirk with a look that says ‘keep your distance, but not too far.’

He dragged his tongue across his teeth as you disappeared into the crowd. Taking your implicit directions as a challenge. He would wait for you to come around, but he couldn’t help but go just a little closer. He got up from his seat in the booth, slowly making his way over to the people dancing the night away.

You dance your way through the crowd, just biding your time before he inevitably follows you. Looking back to find him, you see he isn’t where he was before. (He was quick, where did he go so fast?) Your question was soon answered when you bumped into someone behind you. You sun around only to be met with the very man you were looking for.

You gave him a sultry look. “Well, that was fast. Couldn’t stay away from me for long, hmm?” You leaned in closer until your bodies were almost touching while swaying to the music. He gave a dry chuckle, and bent closer to your ear. “How could I not when you’re looking at me with that fire in your eyes.” It was then he pulled back to look you in the eyes.

He looked at you like he could eat you up then and there. You knew who you were taking home that night. You only gave him a matched gaze and said, “This fire burns more than you think.” You feel the slightest shiver go down his spine. “I think I’ll take my chances with a woman like you.” His face contorts into what seems like a smirk. His eyes seem to pierce right through you, and that little blaze of heat goes straight to your gut.

“Before I knew it and despite the voices in my head, somehow I found myself inside of your car.”

You bite your lip lightly as you feel up his muscular arms. A million thoughts were racing through your head. You thought of how your boyfriend would react if he found out, but you couldn’t find it in you to care about him. All you wanted was a good night with the strange but alluring man in front of you. “Then let’s get out of here, hmm?” He could only start racing to the door with you. And before he knew it, he was already inside your car, with you speeding toward your apartment.

“I can’t see, it’s a sexual reaction.”

While you were driving, the man, whose name you learned to be Havik, couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He was dragging his hand up your skirt to rub you through your panties. He leaned over the center console to leave bite marks on your neck. You let out a slight moan for him, which seemed to egg him in even more. Not wanting to be the only one getting pleasure, you roughly gripped the visible bulge in his pants. Catching him off guard, he lets off a series of huffs and groans. You barely made it home with either one of you wanting to say fuck it and screw in your car.

“You and Me, it’s animal attraction. We should be in each other’s arms tonight.”

You felt utterly ravenous while getting out of your car. Both of you hurried up the steps to your door all the while he had his hands on you. He was grabbing your ass and licking hot breaths down your neck by the time you got the door open. He pulled you in through the door and harshly connected his teeth to your lips. You stumbled backward into your living room trying desperately not to fall as he pried his tongue into your mouth. The kiss was rough and demanding, but it felt oh so good, you couldn’t help but oblige.

When your foot hits the couch, you let go of the kiss. You fall, breathless, onto the couch. Not wanting to leave your mouth for too long, Havik follows suit. He heavily makes out with you to the best of his ability. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t have lips, you still love it either way.

You shift your weight so you can push him down to be underneath you. Straddling him, you go in for one final kiss. You make quick work of his shirt admiring all of his muscles and scars. You were curious how he got so many, but you were preoccupied at the moment. You suck kisses into his tattered jaw line slowly making your way down his body.

Kissing from his gullet to his navel, you finally look up to see the bold red kiss prints. You peer your eyes up at Havik with passionate eyes, and he can’t help but be desperate for more. You fiddle with the buckle on his belt trying to get his pants off. You finally get the zipper down and relieve some of the pressure on his tented bulge. Eyes widened in shock as you realize he wasn’t wearing any underwear. The look you gave was pure lust as you licked your lips in anticipation.

You grab the base of him and licked a long stripe up his shaft. He shivered while entangling his hand into your hair. You drag your tongue across the tip teasing him. He groans as you move your attention to his slit. You decide to throw caution to the wind and drop all the way onto him. His fist tightens in your hair making you moan around his cock.

You bob your head up and down with fervor. You want to be the sole reason this man comes undone tonight. After a few minutes your mouth is covered in your own saliva and his pre-release. He tried to wrap one of his legs around your back but you held his legs open in place. The tighter his hand became you knew he was getting closer to his release.

You suctioned your throat more and started humming around him. The vibrations went straight through him and up his spine. He simply couldn’t hold on anymore. He grabbed the back of your head and shoved you all the way down on him as he came down your throat. You gagged as you hadn’t taken this much before. All you could do was swallow his release as best as you could as tears welled up in your eyes.

After holding you on him as he rode out his orgasm, he finally released you. You gasp for a deep breath as you feel what was left of him dripping down your mouth. Your makeup was smudged. Not worse than your lipstick which was smeared all over his thick cock. You let out a chuckle as you noticed his dazed expression. He pulls you down to him for another sloppy kiss. He could taste himself on you. He pulled away breathless as he swiped a finger up your chin, gathering himself on it. He brings it up to your lips and you make a show of sucking his finger clean.

“Slow it down now, the night is young and we still got time.”

You yourself couldn’t help but get turned on at the animalistic growl he let out. It excited you, and you could feel yourself grow wetter by the second. You sit up more to straddle him once again and grind down on his spent self. He raised his hand up to grope your breasts and almost ripped your shirt off to release them. He took one into his teeth and the other one in between his fingers, pinching at the soft flesh.

The way he covers you in bite marks felt like bliss. Wanting more, you grip his hair tightly and pull it back. You can see the spit dripping from his mouth. Biting your lip lightly, you lean in to whisper in his ear, “Why don’t we take this back to my room?” He groans into your ear making you grind back down on his half-hardened length. “What’s the rush? We’re having such a good time right here aren’t we?” You do love a challenge to your command. “Call me crazy, but damn I’d like to get inside of your mind.” “Oh baby, you’ve been in my mind since I saw you.”

“But you don’t have the patience for the smallest conversation that would let me know the trouble ahead.”

“What’s the real reason you wanted fun tonight?” He grins at you while softly dragging his hands up and down your thighs. Now is not the time for small talk, you’re too hungry. You just grab him ‘round the neck and push your skirt against his jeans and say “I like to do my talking in bed.” You firmly grasp his throat. Seeing the positive reaction from him made you all the more impatient to get him into bed.

You push off of him and make your way to your bedroom. You wiggle your ass enticingly and start to undo your skirt and take off your shoes. He looks at you with animal attraction and quickly follows your lead, dropping his jeans as he goes. You make it to your door and turn around just in time to see him grab at you, just as he did earlier. You said “Dim the lights if you want some action.” And your command was followed. He turned down the lights until only the glimmer from your vanity mirror could be seen.

He tried to talk more but You told him “Keep your life story to yourself, let me show you how it’s supposed to be.” You told him “Why are we sitting here wasting time we could be underneath the sheets.” You told him “I don’t wanna be your friend, sorry if you're feeling hurt.” You sit back onto the bed and spread your legs to reveal your lace panties behind your fishnets. You told him “Baby you can shut up now, let me put that mouth to work.”

His gaze immediately falls to your clothed heat, he got the memo. He knelt down on the ground before you and ripped your fishnets to get immediate access to his goal. He rubbed his two fingers on your slit, making his way up to your clit. He gently teethed at your thigh in contrast to the way he tore your panties off. You gasp out at the sudden gust of cool air.

He gave you no time to react any farther as he attached his tongue to your slit. For having no lips, you dare say his enthusiasm makes up for it. The sounds he makes while slurping your dripping cunt are downright filthy. You throw your head back and your fingers into his hair. He inserts his finger into you while licking stripes and rubbing circles on your clit. You can stand the pleasure any longer. You push his face down farther into your pussy and cum all over his face.

As much as he needed to breathe, this was simply better. He felt himself grow impossibly hard at the feeling of your thighs crushing his face. He rutted into the floor to get some friction on himself. When you unclenched your legs, the sight before you was like heaven itself. Havik’s face is covered in your sweet release. You grab his chin and he almost falls into your grasp as you pull him up from the ground into a messy kiss. He had so much to say but only landed on “We should be in each other’s arms tonight.”

You shoved him down on the bed and grinded your soaked pussy on his rock hard cock. You could see how much he wanted you. It almost rivaled how much you wanted him in that moment. You simply said “This could be so dirty that it just ain’t right.” As you dropped down on him.

The End :3

AN: I need this man horribly. This is the product of a whole day of brainrot…

Did I draw art for this? Yes— here it is

Drunk Desires

Buggy x reader

WC: 2K

CW: DUB CON, somnophilia, drunk sex, cunnilingus, cum on stomach, p in v sex, buggy is kinda pathetic in this but i need him so bad it doesn't matter.

AN: I've been convinced to watch One Piece finally and I want that clown like my life depends on it.

The night was full of fun and excitement as you all celebrated another successful show. It felt like the drinks and laughs were endless. You’d surely feel the alcohol by the next morning. But for now all you wanted to do was dance to the music and poorly attempt to fight Cabaji. Which promptly landed you on your ass. You didn’t mind, at this point everything was funny to you. 

Eventually the night was drawing close to the end and you managed to down quite a lot of alcohol. You stumbled your way to what you thought were your dorms but managed to go the complete opposite direction. Ending up in front of your Captain’s quarters you entered without thinking. You thought nothing wrong as the man was nowhere to be seen. 

Plopping down on the bed, you kick off your shoes and nestle your head into the pillows. You breathe in the scent of the sheets noting that it doesn’t smell like yours but ultimately ignoring the fact that, no, this is not your bed, and you came in here by mistake. You fall asleep almost instantly having been worn out by this night's lively events.

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Buggy was pissed. He hated seeing you be that close to his subordinates. He didn’t drink that much but tonight he needed to take his mind off you having had a glass, or three, more than usual. He opened the door to his quarters, hoping to rub his frustration out and go to sleep. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the object of said frustration sleeping oh so soundly on his bed. 

He couldn’t help the way his eyes roamed over your sleeping form. He couldn’t help the way he moved forward towards you. He couldn’t help his hand reaching towards you, to grace your skin slightly with his touch. He couldn’t help the way your body was practically begging for him to take you. 

You were out like a light, not stirring one bit as his hands roamed up and down your legs. Even through the fabric of your pants he could feel just how toned your legs were from all the training for the shows. Shows you put on for him. He loved seeing you perform, absolutely entranced by the way you move. 

God you were perfect, made just for him. He always took what was his, even if it wasn’t his just yet. 

His mind was clouded by the liquor and his sheer need to remove the clothing between him and you. He reached up to unbutton your pants, slowly working them down so as to not wake you. He wants to take his time, savoring this moment, if only to think that he wouldn’t get another chance like this. 

He trailed kisses down your thigh as each inch of skin became more exposed. He pulled them off all the way and discarded them by your shoes you previously removed. His breath hitched as he saw the bright red underwear you wore. He removed his gloves, eyes never leaving your body. 

He reached his hand down to cup you clothed heat, gently rubbing. He tried to tell himself to stop, but the way your underwear became wet from his fingers removed all notion of that thought from his mind. While still working on you below, he reached his other hand up to sneak beneath your shirt. 

He straddled your waist as he used both hands to push up your shirt to reveal a matching cherry red bra. Who did you wear these for? I couldn’t possibly have been him, could it? He cupped your breasts from over your bra, circling his thumbs over your hardened buds. He froze as you slightly stirred in your sleep. Letting out a slight moan from the small pleasure he was giving you. 

The sweet noise went straight to his groin as he could feel himself growing harder by the second. He pulled down your bra to reveal your supple breasts. He let himself be selfish if only for a moment by leaning down to suck on your hard nipples. His face paint smeared on your perfect skin, tainting your flesh. 

He switched his ministrations to the opposite bud, showing all of you his affection and hidden desires. He leaned back to shrug his jacket and hat off, then gently removed his gloves. His breath caught in his throat as his bare skin touched yours. His gaze turned upward and his eyes were transfixed on your lips. 

He pulled himself to hover over you, mouth hesitantly waiting above yours. Does he dare cross this line? He had already done this much to defile you, he may as well carry on. His lips gently attach to yours as he savors the sweet taste of you. The taste he could only dream of. He reaches down to play with your slick cunt again as he slips his tongue to swirl around your mouth. 

He felt your body twitch from the pleasure. He couldn’t help the way his pelvis ground down into your hips in response. He was mesmerized by the response your body was giving him. He released your mouth with a long spit trail connecting your lips. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to taste you.

Roaming his hands down your disheveled, sleeping form, he hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties and pulled them down. His eyes never left your revealed cunt as he bent down to attach his mouth to your glistening lips. Licking a wet stripe up your pussy. He groans at the taste of you, sending vibrations up your heat. He dipped a finger into your entrance, testing the waters. 

He pumped his digit in and out at a slow pace, terrified that if you wake it will all be over. After he works a second finger in, he sucks gently on your clit, reveling in the way your body squirms beneath him. His self restraint is quickly slipping as he is losing himself in your sweet juices and soft moans you’re giving him. 

He feels your hips buck up to him, your breath catching ever so slightly. He knows you’re close to the edge and he quickened his pace to give it to you. He sent his detached hand to your mouth to cover your lips as you let out louder moans as you woke. His tongue kept circling around your clit, letting you ride your high as you came around his fingers. 

His thumb stroked your chin as his fingers entered your mouth, silencing you. You opened your teary eyes, the sheer pleasure from the orgasm waking you up. While still hazy from the alcohol, you absent mindedly suck on his fingers making him groan as he grinds into the mattress. 

You hum around his hand as you look down to see your clothes askew and the culprit below your hips panting like a dog gone into heat. He pulls your mouth to his before you could say anything that would indicate you didn’t want this. Not that you would have anyways, this is a dream come true to you. 

His wet muscle roamed around your mouth once more as he grabbed your chest. He pulled your waist to his as he thrusted his clothed erection against your naked form. Your mind still reeling from waking up to bliss couldn’t help but go along with him making out with you. 

You moan into his sloppy kisses as you card your hand through his long blue locks. He felt his knees grow weak with the desire growing between his legs. He looks to you, his want for you evident in his gaze as he trails his hands over your waist. He wants you to say it. He needs you to say it.

“Buggy, hah, please.” You beg for him, desperate to feel his hands on you again. You reach for his pants to undo the clasp holding them together. He lets a low whine escape as your touch feels like bliss on his hardened length. He lets you pull his erection from his pants and nearly collapses on himself at the feeling. 

“Sweetheart, I need you to say it.” He says while grinding himself onto you. Letting his tip catch on your clit, you breathe out “Please fuck me, Captain.” Those words were all he needed to hear as he entered you. Barely being able to hold back his need to be fully inside of you now, he manages to work his way in to let you adjust. 

You let out a rather loud moan at the feeling of him being fully sheathed in you to which Buggy promptly covers your mouth. “Mmmph, baby as much as I wanna hear you scream for me, you gotta promise to keep your voice down. Okay?” The words pained him as he wanted nothing more than to hear all the pretty noises you’d make for him. You nod despite his hand still covering the lower half of your face.

He gives a few experimental thrusts when he feels that you are adjusted to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he starts picking up the pace. He feels like he’s losing his mind as you clench around him the way you do. Your muffled moans like honey to his ears as you try desperately to stay quiet. 

Tears well up in your eyes from the pleasure, the effects from the alcohol heightening your sensitivity. You pull him close to you as you breathe out into his neck. “Buggy, you feel so good.” The words made his heart soar until you added. “If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.” This made his heart sore.

The guilt from using you in your sleep, your most vulnerable state, crashed into him like a tidal wave. Tears welled in his eyes at how willing you’d give yourself to him in your dreams and he couldn’t even control himself around you. 

“Buggy ple--.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He starts between thrusts. “I can’t control myself around you anymore.” A tear ran down his cheek. “I’ve needed you for so long, you feel so good wrapped around me.” He bent over to suck a dark mark into your neck as he reached a hand down to play with your clit once more. 

The knot in your stomach is quickly forming from the added pleasure, you feel yourself about to cum. 

“Buggy, I’m gonna cum.” You rushed your words, not knowing how much longer you can hold out for. His eyes went wide as if he couldn’t believe this was finally happening. No matter how much he wanted this, he still couldn't rid himself of the guilt quick enough. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I-I just need you so much. I-” 

His words were cut off as you spoke softly to him. “Don’t be sorry, I love you.” You quickly finished after those words, biting your lip to somewhat manage to stay quiet. The feeling of you cumming around him was enough to throw him over the edge as well. He quickly pulled out as hot ropes of his cum shot onto your exposed stomach and breasts. 

He collapsed on top of you, exhausted, only holding his weight up a little. His eyes shot to your face, desperately scanning for any signs of regret, anger, hatred, disgust, anything that would show how much you hate him now. But he found nothing. Only teary eyed love and a flushed face before him. One that was quickly growing more and more sleepy with each passing second. 

He held you in his arms as you relaxed, coming down from your high. Your head cradled in his neck as he wrapped his arms around you. He rested his chin on your head as you drifted into the confines of sleep once more. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

Khaotic Turn of Events

Havik x Reader Ch. 1.5

(Side plot where we actually interact with other characters)

CW: sad Kung Lao, that’s about it lmao

WC: 1855

A/N: actual second chapter next week tehe💖

Your mind is racing with too many thoughts to comprehend at once. You feel overwhelmed. Why? Because you leave for Outworld tomorrow morning.The stress of preparation has kept you up all night. You have to make sure that you’ll have everything you need. . . and may not need, but there could be a situation where you need all the backup Yo-yo string you have in your drawers.

Stopping your pacing, you take a deep breath in, then out. Calm down. You still have time to double, maybe triple, check your bag. But that will come later. For now, you need to find your fellow champions. Putting a pin in your stress-packing, you leave to find the boys.

You find Johnny and Kenshi first, as they’re both in Kenshi’s room. Kenshi looks exhausted and a little annoyed. However, the reason isn’t that hard to find. Johnny is non stop talking about his Hollywood movies. You pause at the door and wait for permission to enter.

Kenshi notices you first. When Johnny sees that he isn’t listening anymore, he turns to look for the distraction. He smiles and waves you in.

“Hey! I was just talking about one of my movies. Wanna hear about it?” He smiles so wide like a kid. He really loves his own movies, doesn't he? Before you could foolishly say yes, Kenshi interrupts you. “Sure, say yes,” He deadpans. “He’ll only talk your ear off for 3 hours!” He shoots daggers at the actor with his eyes.

“Oh come on Takahashi. It’s only been about 30 minutes. At BEST!” You sense Kenshi’s growing agitation before it shows on his face. “You have been running on and on about your dumb movies since we came back from dinner at 6. It’s 9:30 now!” You finally chime in, “Johnny, I think you might need to get a watch.” He frowns, “Oh hush.”

Kenshi just sighs and Johnny starts sulking, trying to get more attention. “Anyways, did you need something?” You look at him like he grew a second head. You were so caught up in their petty squabble that you forgot why you came here. “I didn’t really need anything. I was just stressing myself out packing. I just needed to get my mind off of it. That’s all.” You shrug as the other men nod.

“Well I would have been packed a long time ago if it weren’t for someone here.” Johnny feigns being offended. You stifle a laugh at their bickering. They either snicker or scoff at you finding amusement in the situation at hand. When Kenshi shoots up from his bed to point fingers into Johnny’s chest is when you decide to intervene.

You whip out Reaper from your short’s pocket. Giving it a few spins you throw the yo-yo in their direction. You watch in delight as Reaper wraps around the two, tying them together. Johnny loses his balance and falls forward with Kenshi landing on top of him.

Johnny’s pained cry can be heard as he’s always loud. He wheezes out, “Not cool dude! Kenshi, get off. You’re squishing my beautiful face into the ground.” Kenshi squirms to attempt getting out of Reaper’s hold. “I would be faster if you would just sit still for five seconds.”

They both would have hit the other by now if they had full range of their hands. Your eyes feel wet as tears start to well up in your eyes. “GAHAH,” You doubled over. “You two should see your faces right now.” You let out a string of cackles. Your stomach hurts from roaring at the situation. All you get in return is glares from your two friends. “Untie us Y/N.” “Get him off me!” They shout in unison.

You chuckle the whole way walking over to them. You really tied them tight. It took full effort to get the string untangled. Finally getting the last loop undone, they push themselves off eachother. You skillfully recall the yo-yo back to your hand. With the looks they give you, you almost think that they’re tired of your pranks.

With that, Kenshi ushers you both out of his room. He did have to pack after hearing a whole TED Talk about Johnny’s movies. You and Johnny continuously laugh as you walk to find Raiden and he walks to his room. Probably to pack at least three more hand mirrors.

As you head down the halls of the Wu Shi, you feel more relaxed. You quickly find Raiden’s room as you are all grouped close together. You knock gently on the door. You hear soft footsteps coming to the door as he slides it open. He was surprised to see you but welcomed you in.

“Hey Raiden,” You plop down on a chair in his room. “How’s packing going for you?” He sits on his bed not too far from you. “I was done packing earlier this morning. I’ll take it that everyone else isn’t done?” He chuckles slightly. “I might be avoiding mine and Kenshi had an unfair distraction.” You look at him but Raiden gives you a confused look. “Johnny was said unfair distraction. Let’s be thankful that we didn’t have to hear about his movies for three hours.” You grimace. Raiden only has a baffled expression on his face.

“Three hours? I knew Johnny could talk endlessly, but I’m surprised Kenshi put up with it that long.” He smiles as he removes his hat to put it on the nightstand. “I totally thought Kenshi was gonna hit him after I tied them together,” The mental image in your head makes you snort. “Raiden, are you ready for tomorrow?”

He looks up at that question, then looks away sheepishly. “I don’t know. I’m nervous that I won’t be the champion Lord Liu Kang wants me to be.” His hand rubs the back of his neck. “Rai, you’ll be fine. You were chosen for a reason.” You smile softly at him and he relaxes a little. Standing from your seat, you move over to the bed and put your hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Whatever you could possibly lack in strength, you make up for in heart.” He looks directly at you hearing those words. You seem to have struck a chord in his mind as he looks more assured than before. “You give me too much praise. Thank you, I will not let you guys down.” “Atta boy, that’s the spirit. Now I have to go. I still need to find Lao. Good night Raiden.” “Good night.” He waves you off as you leave and close his door.

Honestly, it feels like you haven’t seen Kung lao since breakfast this morning. We had the day off to relax before the tournament. Thank the Gods for that. You make your way to Kung Lao’s room with ease, however, you make a quick detour to the kitchen to grab some chips. You two play games and have snacks together often, so you know his favorite kind of treats.

You knock on the door, “Hey Lao, you in there? I have snacks.” You hope the snacks will get him to run to the door. Nothing. That’s weird. He never refuses snacks. You knock again, and after no response you think he must be asleep. You turn to leave, before you hear the door creek open. You turn around only to be met with a disheveled Lao.

Your face drops to worry and you open the door farther to see the mess his room is. “Lao? What’s wrong, what happened?” You put the bag of chips aside and move him back to sit on his bed. He wipes away the remnants of his tear streaked face. Sniffling, “You brought snacks?” You pause, that's what he wants after crying? Makes sense. You retrieve the chip bag and open it, leaning the bag toward him.

He takes a chip, and eats it. He stiffens as he feels your hand caress his back. “You can tell me what’s wrong. I want to help you.” He keeps his head low, not wanting to make eye contact. “I just– It’s that,” He calms himself with a deep breath. “I’m jealous of Raiden, and I hate that I feel this way because he’s my best friend.” You're shocked at his response. He is so carefree. You never thought anything got to him. “Can you tell me why you’re jealous?”

He looks at you like he might start crying again. “It’s because. . . he got the title of champion and I didn’t. I’m so happy and proud of him. But I just wish that it was me. I carry the name of the Great Kung Lao. How am I supposed to honor that name if I wasn’t even good enough to be champion?” Your heart breaks for your friend at his confession.

You rub circles into his back to give him some comfort. He pushes his face into his hands. “I’m such a horrible friend.” That takes you aback. He is nothing of the sort and you will let him know, right now. “Kung Lao, you are not a horrible friend. You’ve always been there when we needed you.”

He sniffles, “Really?” You smile, “Yes of course. And being jealous doesn’t make you a bad person. Everyone gets jealous, it’s a part of being human. What makes me so proud of you is that you can recognize those feelings, and not let them get the best of you. That takes being a great friend to do.”

You thought that he couldn’t hug you tighter in that moment than when you said, “Your ancestors would be proud of you Lao.” You probably felt a rib pop but this is fine. When he lets go he wipes the tears from his eyes.

He looks at you, “And what about you? You don’t feel jealous that Raiden is the champion and you didn’t get a chance to compete?” Your heart pounded. “You know I’ve waited almost my whole life for the tournament. Despite how badly I wanted to participate, I knew I wouldn’t be able to. I’m not from Earthrealm, but it is my home.”

“Does that not hurt?” “Of course it doesn’t, but I’ve made my peace with it. Regardless if I was born here or not, home is what we make it, not where we come from.”

“Thank you Y/N. You’re the best. Now. . . Are you gonna eat the rest of the chips?” You both burst out laughing at how he still thinks with his stomach. “No, you can have them. And if anyone asks I’ll blame Johnny. Now get some sleep, Champion of Friends, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Goodnight.” “Goodnight.”

He covers himself up with the blanket, but you still hear him crunching on his chips. He won’t be going to be soon. You chuckle to yourself at how many crumbs will be in his bed by morning.

You’re exhausted, but that doesn’t change how excited you are for the tournament tomorrow. You swear the moment you hit the bed you’ll pass out. And that you did. . .

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