nature always fights back

similar to Heather, you see right through all his charisma and lies

you smelt bullshit from a mile away and you let him know as much at any given possible opportunity

you were nice and maybe a little standoffish to other contestants, but to him? You were outright cruel

then again, that's what drew him to you in the first place <3

puts his charms on HEAVY when talking to you (or just in general) just bc he knows it annoys the shit outta you and he loves getting you worked up. He'll even say that to your face

anytime he flirts with anyone, you visibly gag (to which he'll just tease you and say that you're jealous which makes you gag further)

you swear up and down that you two are sworn ENEMIES, but he likes to go around and tell everyone that you're secretly dating and to not tell anyone

(this ofc gets out cause no one can keep a goddamn secret to save their lives and oh ho ho lemme tell ya. When you found out he was telling people you two were secretly dating, you gave him a black eye that lasted at least a week)

"My mother has always told me to date strong, independent women." Was his response to you punching him

you really can't win 😭

he can tease and charm you all he wants, but the second anyone else does it? Yeah, nice Ale goes away

this ofc pisses you off cause "I can handle myself just fine, Alejandro."

"I know you can, princessa. You shouldn't have to, is the point." God damn him-

he's always unfazed by anything you do (or at least pretends to be), but nothing gets him angrier than seeing you flirt with other contestants

he, ofc, can't show this though, so he'll just have a private "chat" with whoever it is later

Chris, being the scheming demon he is, will sometimes make it to where you two are on the same team

at first, you are bitching up a storm and he won't stop smiling, but when the challenge actually starts, you two are a monster of a team. Everyone is definitely scared of you two (Owen makes a comment that you two make an awesome power couple and you glare at him)

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as someone who can be kinda quick to annoyance/anger, let me tell you

Duncan would thrive off of it

being the delinquent that he is, he'd honestly just egg you on

he's either the cause of your anger or the one making the situation worse by doing stuff (like yelling "knee him in the balls!" or "oh no she didn't!")

lmao he'd also be the type to see you mad and just smirk at you, and when you ask why he's smirking, he goes "you're so hot when you're mad" NGIWLFAELKJEFJA

listen, he's one tough cookie, but don't get it twisted. After you take your anger out on him one time, he learns his lesson. He won't test you and he won't ever cross you

the other guys like to tease him and say that you have him wrapped around your finger and that he's whipped (which he'll deny until his dying breath), but he argues that you're just scary when you're mad

honestly, your anger is what keeps you in the game for so long bc you know how to use it to your advantage (unlike Eva)

if you can make Duncan shake in his boots, just imagine your power!

yeah so when you two start dating, he definitely gets you worked up sometimes bc he likes seeing you flushed in the face and hearing your voice raw after your yelling (and yeah okay maybe he's a bit of a masochist sue him)

is even more of an instigator if he doesn't like someone or needs you to go off on someone (especially if they're on the other team)

he's such a menace to society omg

don't ever feel insecure about it though bc he is SO in love with you it's embarrassing into it

he a lil freak that likes having an angy gf <3

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Spike leans against the doorway as he watches you, a secret, fond smile on his lips. You’re in nothing but a navy blue bra and a matching pair of shorts, but his eyes are trained on the way your hands are moving. You’re up on your tippy-toes moving around the mat, your hands protected by the black kumpur as you lay consecutive, hard hits to the punching bag. He lets out an inaudible hum when you start doing jab crosses followed by some lead teeps. He has to admit, he’s impressed by how far you’ve come with your fighting abilities since he first met you. 

After watching you for a couple of minutes, you drop your hands and grab the punching bag to stop it from swinging around. Your chest rises and falls with your labored breathing, and who can really blame Spike for staring, especially since you’re just letting sweat bead down your neck and letting it go down the valley of your breasts. 

“Need something, Spiegel?” you suddenly call out, shocking him from his staring contest with your breasts. He looks up to your eyes to find you smirking at him, making him smirk right back with a hum. 

“Yeah. Let’s go. You and me, one on one. Mano y mano,” he says as he steps further into the room, walking towards the dueling mat. You raise a brow at this, starting to remove your kumpur as you follow him in the direction of the mat. 

“What, seriously? You never want to fight me,” you reply, voice laced with suspicion. He turns to look at you over his shoulder, his brow cocking up while a smirk starts to crawl across his face. 

“Well, now I do. I was scared of hurting you before, but now I know that you can take me,” he replies, stopping in the middle of the mat and starting to undo the buttons of his coat. You stop at the edge of the mat, placing your hands onto your hips after you place the kumpur onto the chair by the mat, which is where you normally sit while he spars with someone else. 

“You should’ve known for months that I’m capable of that. You’ve seen me take down people twice my size,” you reply, your tone becoming exasperated and your arms crossing over your chest now as you stare him down. 

“‘Nough chit-chat. More fighting,” he says as he spins to face you, tossing his coat onto the chair with annoyingly perfect precision. 

“Fine. Have it your way,” you grumble, walking towards him. His smirk only gets bigger as you grow closer. He’s not only happy that you agreed but he’s also glad that he was able to irk you. Maybe that’ll throw you off your game. 

You two start circling each other, both of you studying the other and debating if you should attack first or not. You know Spike is good at defense, so you decide to go on the defensive and let him attack first. And, just like he taught you, you avoid his punch with fluid movements and watch his fist whiz past your face. Your eyes flit to his with a smirk before you’re landing an uppercut to his chin.

He staggers back a step before catching himself, using that momentum to lift his other foot and swing it toward you. You duck under his leg easily but miss the punch he lands on your cheek right after. You grunt and reel back from it, quickly stepping further away when he comes back for another punch with the opposite hand. He tries to land six more punches before you finally go back onto the offensive. You grab ahold of his arm after his last attempt at punching you, tugging him towards your side and using your other arm to jab him in the gut with your elbow. This hit causes him to grunt and fall backward, swaying as he tries to find his footing. 

While he’s caught off guard, you swiftly rush towards him and swipe his feet out from underneath him. He gasps as he flies towards the ground, landing with a loud thud and an even louder grunt. You’re quick to crawl on top of him and pin him down, but he’s not going down that easily. He flips you as soon as you lift one leg to get higher above him, making you gasp when he flips you onto your back. Just like him though, you’re not going down without a fight. 

He smirks down at you as he pins your arms, sweat beading on his forehead. “One...two...” he starts to mockingly count, making you squint your eyes up at him. Before he can get to three though, you lift your hips up and throw him up above your body. He grunts as his face makes impact with the floor, letting go of your wrists to quickly push himself back up onto his hands to regain some balance.

With your arms now free, you wrap your arms around his torso, tucking yourself tight against his chest as you pull yourself up his body a bit, hearing the hammering of his heart for a second. Wrapping your left arm around his right, you tuck the arm into his side, causing him to lose his balance completely. With no arm holding him up, he topples over to his right, letting you use that momentum to roll back on top of him. 

With you in control again, your legs pin his thighs down while your hands hastily pin his down just like how he had done to you. He pants as he stares up at you, the sweat on his forehead sliding back towards his hairline. You smirk when he doesn’t try to throw you off, impressed with that last move you did. He’s never seen something like that before, even after all these years of fighting. 

“I win,” you boast after counting to three, letting go of his wrists and sitting back. You swipe at your forehead when you feel the sweat there threatening to fall down your face, your chest heaving with each breath you take as you try to regain oxygen back into your desperate lungs. Just as you’re about to get off of Spike though, you feel something. It has your body completely freezing as you assess what it is. 

“Is that your gun I’m feeling or are you unusually excited about losing?” you promptly ask, unsure of which one you want it to be. You can feel a newfound heat spreading through your body though, that being a telltale for your brain to know what it wants the answer to be. You blame the fact that you’re up in space and only stop on planets for bounties. No one on this goddamn starship has gotten laid in months because they’ve been so busy. 

“What can I say? I love the kind of woman that can kick my ass.” 

Your jaw drops open a bit at his words, your cheeks getting hotter when you see his eyes are heavy-lidded and clouded with lust. “What?” you breathe, suddenly finding it hard to speak. Instead of verbally replying to you though, he grabs the back of your neck and tugs you down for a kiss. Despite the initial shock of being kissed by the self-proclaimed ‘woman hater,' you quickly melt into the kiss. The kiss is immediately one full of passion, desperation, and need. As you explore the other’s mouth, your teeth clack against each other rather painfully every so often, but neither of you pulls away from the messy kiss, even as drool starts to slide down Spike’s cheek.

It may be messy, but it’s probably the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. 

Well, that is until he flips you over again just like he had done earlier, and you almost whine when he doesn’t instantly go back to kissing you. He smirks at the wretched look etched across your face, using the back of his hand to wipe the spit off his face as he studies you, almost as if he were trying to figure out just what he should do with you. “Open up,” he suddenly directs, grabbing your cheeks with one hand to hold your face in place for him. Without hesitation you comply, parting your lips eagerly for him, eyes locked on his as you gaze up out from under him. A devilish grin stretches across his face at your willingness to follow his order without question, and he leans down, his face moving to hover over yours. And before you can even realize what he’s doing, he’s spitting into your mouth. 

You make a muffled noise in confusion, trying to process the fact that he had just spat into your mouth, treating you as if you were nothing more than the scum beneath his feet. You know that you should be more than beyond pissed, to push him off of you and storm up right from out of there. And yet despite that, you can’t help the way his downright filthy and untamed behavior manages to turn you on. 

“There. Now we’re even,” he says softly between pants, a devilish smirk on his face. He’s then surging forward, reconnecting your lips with his for another desperate kiss, during which you can’t help but moan between the gasps of air you take. Your noises only grow more frequent and louder in volume as he starts grinding against you teasingly. Though neither of you has removed any clothes, you can still feel just how much he has to offer, and the thought alone excites you. His hands roam your bare thighs, going from there up to your bare midriff. 

“God, you’re so fucking sexy. I’ve wanted to do this ever since your dumbass walked onto the Bebop,” Spike admits through a groan after pulling away from the kiss, letting his head drop forward a bit as he grinds against you harder. 

“Then stop wasting time,” you hiss, spreading your legs further for him. He chuckles lowly and tilts his head to look back up at you, wearing his usual smirk on his lips. 

“Beg for it,” he commands, his voice sounding so deep that it sounds downright sinister, especially with that demand. 

“No,” you grit out, trying to keep your hips from gravitating up towards his warm body to his hard cock that he’s refusing to give you. You weren’t going to stoop that low for him and you decided that you would keep your pride till the very end. He raises a brow at your denial, pulling away to lean back on his knees, looking down at you as his fingers move to knock against your chin to tilt your head up towards him. 

“No? Hm, okay,” he replies all too calmly, making your skin tingle with the possibilities of what he’s planning. You gasp when he unexpectedly forces two fingers past your lips and into your mouth, your moan being stopped by his fingers. His fingers taste salty, like sweat, and despite the fact it’s a little gross, you’re loving it all the same. Your eyes flutter up at him, his watching you with supposed disinterest. 

You know better though. 

You’re able to read him like a book now. His face appears blank and impartial, but it’s the little things that give him away. The way his eyes stare transfixed at how your lips suck him in, the way his chest rises and falls faster and faster each time you rove your tongue against his fingers, the way his pants are getting tighter and his hips jump up slightly anytime you give his digits a harsh suck. He can try all he wants to hide how he’s really feeling, but you know him more than he likes to admit. 

He lets out a groan when you reach up and bring another one of his fingers into your mouth, his head falling back as he thrusts his hips down against yours. You mewl at the friction that’s returned, sucking hard on his fingers and rubbing your tongue against his fingers faster. 

You whimper around his digits when his free hand suddenly comes down and rubs you through your shorts. Your legs part further for him yet again, craving for more of his touch on your throbbing cunt. He chuckles when he sees this, using that hand to slide your shorts down. 

He manically grins when he finds that you’re not wearing panties, his eyes trained on your wet pussy. “No panties, hm?” he teases, starting to stroke his fingers up from your dripping hole to your swollen clit. “You were over here training with no panties on like a true slut, weren’t ya?” he coos, slipping a single finger in. It feels good, but it's nowhere near enough to get you off and he knows that. 

“You sure you don’t wanna beg, baby? This pretty pussy here looks quite desperate for my cock,” he purrs, rubbing his thumb across your clit with his other hand. You shake your head, your breathing starting to become as labored as when you were fighting. “Still no? Alright then.”

He slips his finger out of you as well as removes his thumb from your clit. You whine before you can stop yourself. It doesn’t go unheard. “Last chance, love. Beg for it,” he growls, squinting his eyes down at you. 

“No,” you growl right back, glaring up at him in defiance.

“Fine,” he grunts out. “You can take care of it yourself since you want to act like such a damn brat.” And with that he pulls away from your touch completely, bringing himself back to his feet as he dusts himself off and turns to walk away from your disheveled form on the ground and walking towards the exit.

Another thing that comes with knowing how to read someone like a book is knowing when they’re bluffing right through their teeth to get what they want out of you. So, naturally, you call him out on his bluff. 

Pushing yourself up by your elbows, you smirk back up at him mischievously. “What is it, Spiegel? Trying to run away from a fight that you started with your tail between your legs? Seems a bit cowardly, doncha think?” you taunt. 

And just like that, he’s stopping in his tracks. 

“You really don’t know when to keep that mouth of yours shut, do you?” He replies cooly, swiftly walking back over to you and using his heel to push at your shoulder to force you back to the ground. The force of his actions knocks the wind out of you for a moment, but you’re quick to recover. 

“Ah, but you love this mouth of mine, don’t you? So much so that you’ve been wanting to take me ever since—what was it?—that I walked onto the Bebop? Seems like you like me a bit more than you try to let on,” you reply with a shit-eating grin. He huffs and shoves his foot off of you before standing in a lazy stance in front of you, his shoulders slouched as he pockets his hands. 

“I’m not gonna help you get you off anymore if that’s what you’re going for,” he says lowly, trying to act as if he’s unbothered by it all. You clench your jaw at his words despite knowing that he wants nothing more than to jump your bones right now. He’s just too stubborn to admit it and to give in to his desires. Well, two can play at that game. You’re just as stubborn as he is, if not more so. 

“Fine. Feel free to see yourself out then,” you sass, spreading your legs to show your naked core. His eyes immediately flicker down to your drooling cunt, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. Your own lips quirk up into a smirk, your hand lowering down to your heat with a hum. Once your hand starts to flick your swollen clit, your clenching hole oozes more of your arousal. “Ah, fuck,” you moan dramatically, wanting to egg Spike on further. You watch his hands clench by his side, his jaw clamping shut as he tries to convince himself to walk away to win this fight. 

“Will you cut it out? Jet or Faye could walk in at any minute!” he hisses, going as far as to kick his foot out to lightly nudge you. 

“Yeah? How come it was okay for you to do this to me, but now it’s a problem? Hm?” you start, dipping two of your fingers into your hole with a pornographic moan. “Scared they might see what you think is yours? Hm? You think Jet or Faye wants to touch me this way? Wh-” 

Before you can even blink, he’s hovering over you again with one hand tugging your fingers out of your squelching hole while the other is pulling your hair harshly. You let out a groan of pain, your eyes rolling back into your head for a moment.

“Listen here, slut. This pussy is mine and if you even think for a goddamn second that I would let them-” He stops talking when you start giggling, causing his face to only scrunch up further in anger. He realizes then that you were just egging him on, trying to get him to snap and spill the truth. “You’re going to wish you had just begged,” he says in between staggered breaths, his body becoming an inferno with newfound heat and lust. 

“Challenge accepted,” you breathe out before his lips crash against yours. His teeth gnaw at your lip and he forces his tongue into your mouth, his fingers hooking inside of your cunt to hit that spongey spot every single time. You moan into the kiss, your hips thrusting up a bit to meet his fingers’ thrust. 

And only a few minutes later, you’re cumming. Jesus, he really knows what he’s doing with those fingers. You pull away from the kiss, whining when he continues to finger fuck you. “Spike,” you stutter out, grabbing his wrist to try and get him to stop or at least slow down. 

“What?” he growls, his eyes watching as he continues to finger-bang you. 

“I’m sensitive, stop,” you whine. You and he know good and well that if you really wanted him to stop, you could force him to stop. You like that you have no control over him though, no control over your own body. 

“Cry about it,” he bites back, glaring down a you. You groan as he continues to use his fingers on you, trying to draw another orgasm out of you. Your eyes roll back into your head, your legs clamping down around his arm to yet again try to stop him. 

You see your mistake now. Maybe you really should have just asked nicely for his cock. Because now, he’s just going to keep making you cum in any and every way he knows how until he’s satisfied. 

When you start getting close to your second orgasm, you look up at him again to find him evilly grinning down at you. “Yeah, take it like the slut you are,” he coos, moving his fingers deeper inside of you. You cry out as your orgasm slams into you, your body quaking beneath him. 

You gasp in relief when he rips his fingers out of you, watching as he stares at his fingers in mock disgust as he makes a scissoring motion in the air. “You’re fucking soaked…” he comments, seemingly more so to himself than to you as he watches your cum stick to his fingers as he pulls them apart before pushing them back together to repeat the action. 

His eyes suddenly flicker to you, a sadistic smile on his face. “Ready for the real thing, slut?” he taunts as he unzips his pants and pulls his dick out. Your eyes shift down and bulge at the sight of it. His cock is veiny and sits heavy in his hand, the tip reaching way past where he holds it at the base. His eyes are lidded as he swipes the head through your cum that’s still dribbling out of your cunt. 

“Be a good girl and take it,” he whispers just before pushing it into the base. 

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