Hi, it's me again. I loved part 2 of Spawn and Reader, I really liked it. Would you mind if I asked you for part 3 of Spawn and Reader, but with smut? The reader tells Spawn how wonderful and brilliant her boyfriend is, but everything changes one night when Spawn is watching the city and sees her boyfriend with another woman. Spawn immediately tells her, but she doesn't believe him and ignores him. However, not for long, as she begins to suspect her boyfriend and decides to investigate to see if Spawn was telling the truth. She confronts him, leading to a heated argument, during which her boyfriend leaves her with a black eye. The reader decides to end the relationship and goes to the alley to apologize to Spawn for not believing him. When Spawn sees the bruise, he asks her many questions while she heals it, and the reader tells him everything that happened. From that moment on, Spawn swears he will never let anyone hurt her again, and as the days pass, they both begin to develop feelings for each other. Despite what happened, the reader is willing to confess their sincere love to the spawn, but it's very difficult for them because they are shy. However, the spawn was the first to confess their love for the reader, thus allowing the reader to have their first kiss and their first time with the spawn.
Okay I’m pretty sure I got this same request is Spanish, I can’t read (I translated it) or write Spanish so I’m sorry to whoever request it!
Anyway, this is such a cute prompt omlll
Spawn x fem reader pt.3 smut
Pt.1
Pt.2
Pt.4
Here you go again.
Was all Spawn could think when you began rambling about your boyfriend, Camron, again. He didn’t mind it from time to time, sometimes hearing about the cool tech stuff Camron could do was interesting. But when you sat and boasted about him like he was Jesus himself, it got old fast. Spawn has seen your shared apartment, and if you think a man who leaves his dirty clothes everywhere is the best person ever, then maybe you got a screw loose.
Spawn never outwardly said anything when the rambling got to be annoying. He just sort of huffed and slouched a bit more, like a tired dad. You weren’t stupid, you noticed when he grew tired of your rambles and nonsense. You tried to limit yourself when it came to talking about your boyfriend, as you knew of spawns past relationship.
It broke your heart when you first found out about Spawns past. The assassination, hell, his ex wife, the betrayal. Spawn never faced you when he gave you these little snippets of information, you think it was to hide himself. But you didn’t need to look at him to hear the pain in his voice, and you never dared to write about anything he told you. That’s probably why he started telling you more things, because you didn’t go and report them for everyone to see.
Once you finally cooled off your boyfriend high, you started jotting some things down on a small notebook you carried. You found talking to Al helped you form better ideas for some good stories. Currently you were talking, to yourself mostly, about some shady things happening at a local hospital. Spawn grunted to acknowledge you, occasionally adding in some good pointers.
Your hang out session came to a halt when your boyfriend began texting you, wondering where you were and when you were coming back. Spawn was slightly annoyed but didn’t mind, he had a city protect anyways. Al carried you home while Leetha glided you both over the city with ease. You never liked flying, spawn found it almost comical feeling you freezing up. He never mentioned it, nor did he ever poke fun at you for it.
After landing softly on your apartments balcony, you felt your body release its tension. Spawn set you down carefully, making sure you were on steady feet before letting you go. You gave him a grateful smile, petting Leetha slightly.
“Thanks guys, again.” You say, looking at Spawn. You were about to turn and head in before you paused. “Oh hey, I’m doing some late night work tomorrow, so don’t wait for me.” You say. Though disappointed, Spawn nodded.
“Alright. You know where you can find me.” He said, before giving a slight wave and promptly leaving.
Camron was waiting for you on the couch, looking annoyed that spawn was there. Camron, for some reason, really didn’t like Spawn. You didn’t know why, Camron never gave straight answers. You joined him on the couch, snuggling in his arm.
“I really wish you’d stop hanging around him.” Camron mumbled, pulling you close.
“It’s not like that Cam, he’s my friend.” You say, deflating a little. Camron didn’t say anything else, just nodding. “I’m gonna be doing some extra work tomorrow night, so don’t worry about waiting up for me okay?” You say, Camron smiling and playing with your hair.
As you stated to both men, you were cooped up in your office most of the following night. You were busy re-writing your article, adding and deleting things. Spawn made sure you were at work while he passed by, sneaking a quick glance in your office window before continuing on his way.
Al finally came to rest on an office building roof across a few restaurants, peering through the windows at some of the people. He froze when he spotted a familiar man. Camron. Al’s blood nearly boiled with how angry he got, he claws breaking some of the concrete. How dare he cheat on you, YOU of all people. Al had half the mind to go in there and tear him a new one. But instead he turned and went to your office.
You nearly pissed yourself when the street light outside was suddenly blocked out. Your body relaxed when you saw it was only Al. You got up and smiled as you pulled the window up.
“You scared the shit out of me.” You chuckled, watching him duck inside. Spawn didn’t face you, his body rigid and tense. Your brows furrowed, worry bubbling up. “Hey, Al, you okay?” You asked, concern evident in your tone.
“He’s cheating on you.” Al spat, like the words taste sour in his mouth.
“Excuse me?” You half laughed.
“Camron is with another woman. I saw.” Al sighed, finally facing you. You paused, shaking your head slowly.
“That’s not funny.” You say numbly, not excepting his words.
“I’m not joking, y/n.” Spawn said, growing a bit defensive.
“Camron wouldn’t do that.” You denied, turning away from spawn.
“Why would I lie?” Al seethed, surprised at your disbelief. He took a breath, he knew this is hard.
“You probably saw someone who looked similar to him.” You say, though your flimsy excuses did nothing to comfort you.
“I did not.” Al growled, crossing his arms.
“You’re just jealous.” You hissed back, panic and sadness sharping into harshness in order to hold yourself together. You didn’t mean to sound as mean as you did, but you couldn’t apologize. Al tensed up, the eyes of his mask narrowing into slits.
You both just glared at each other silently, neither one of you willing to break the tense silence. “Get out.” You hissed finally, turning away from him. You only heard a low growl and the frame shaking slam of the window closing. You didn’t look back, you just braced yourself on the desk. Hot tears swelled onto your lower lids, threatening to spill over. You cupped your mouth to silence to cry trying to come out.
You left your office and headed back to your shared apartment. You waited for Camron to come back, your eyes red and puffy. When he did come home, he was surprised to see your disheveled look.
“Hey, hey what’s going on? You okay?” Camron asked quietly, pulling you close. You cried against him while he soothed you. Camron couldn’t be cheating. Who cheats and acts so loving?A week passed and that seed of doubt started growing. You and Spawn haven’t met up since your fight, but his words still stuck in your mind. You figured asking Camron wouldn’t hurt.
“Hey cam?” You asked quietly one night, watching him cook something in the kitchen.
“Yeah babe?” He asked, not turning to look back at you. You stayed quiet, the words getting stuck in your throat.
“Are you cheating on me?” The words spilled out. Camron tensed up, his motions pausing. That’s all it took for you to realize it. The argument was brutal, nasty. At some point, Camron snapped and socked you hard in the eye. You fell to the floor, the sting and raw pain throbbed around your eye. Cameron didn’t apologize, he simple growled some nasty comment before grabbing his stuff and leaving you there. You spent the rest of the night crying and blaming yourself, which you regretted come morning when your had a head splitting headache and aching eye.
You stayed alone for a few days, needing a break from everything and debating how to approach Al. You were cruel last time you talked. Finally, after a long and slow walk, you found yourself in rat city. Your appearance was common among the people there, so they left you be. You found Spawns building, faintly seeing leetha blowing around at the top. You nearly turned back there.
After huffing and puffing your way to the top, you hesitantly walked onto the rooftop. Spawn didn’t turn to look at you, he muscled back stayed a tense wall between you and him. You didn’t know how to start, nor what to say.
“You were right…” you admitted quietly, the words sorrowful and painful. You looked at the ground. “He was cheating on me. I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did. I was just confused and in doubt, and I really didn’t want to think it was true. And I’m really sorry for saying the things I did.” Your voice wobbled as the words came out quickly. You tried wiping your tears away.
“And I really miss you, so can we please be friends again because I really need you.” You cried, your cheeks hot with shame. You tensed when you felt strong arms wrap around you.
“Stop crying.” Spawn demanded gently.
“Sorry.” You mumbled against him, sniffling quietly.
“Don’t apologize.” Al said, playing with your loose ends. You smiled against him, before looking up at him.
“Can we go back to normal? Please?” You asked, boarding begging. Al noticed the bruise immediately, though it faded considerably, he spotted the discoloration.
“Who did that?” He hissed lowly, his grip tightened around you considerably. Your eyes widen, and you looked away.
“I fell off the bed.” You say quickly, feeling a gentle clawed hand push yohr head to face him. The claw of his thumb gently brushed under your eye.
“He hurt you.” Al said quietly, his voice both furious and sorrowful. Like he regretted not being there. You nodded slightly, quietly confirming what he knew.
“He left, I’ll be okay I promise.” You say softly, carefully cupping the hand on your face.
“If he comes back, I’ll kill him.” Al promised, though you noticed the way his masked eyes softened. “I’ll kill anyone who dares to harm you.” The promise was quieter, but heavier too. The protectiveness in his tone making your heart flutter.
Al was over a lot more now that Cameron was gone. He actually began to spend some night from time to time. He seemed iffy about this domesticated life you had, but slowly, like a feral cat, he grew accustom to it. You spend most of your nights, when neither of you are working, watching movies or playing some stupid card game. He was surprisingly good at poker.
Weeks turned into months, and you and Al grew closer and closer. Domesticated life felt normal now, natural. He practically lived in your apartment. And in those quiet moments you shared, you felt something shift inside your chest. What once was a partner ship, now felt more intimate, real. You couldn’t tell if Al felt the same, it was difficult reading his emotions sometimes. So after a movie night, before he left you spoke up.
“Hey Al.” You said quietly, leaning on his shoulder while the movie credits rolled.
“Hm?” He hummed deeply. You were quiet, heat rising to your cheeks, heart pounding in your chest.
“I love you.” You blurted, cursing your word vomit. You felt Al tense and immediately cringed. You made the wrong call, you overthought everything. You wanted to pull away, to apologize and tell him to forget it, but Al held you tighter.
“I do too.” He admitted softly, his gravely voice making your spine shiver. You instantly relaxed at his words.
“Seriously? Like really really?” You smiled, looking up at him.
“Yeah. Really really.” He agreed, looking down at you. The moment grew heavy, as the both of you stared into each others eyes. You didn’t question where to kiss, and just leaned forward, planting your lips where his mouth would’ve been. Al was tense at first, but his large hand snaked up your sides and planted themselves on your hips. You let out a squeal when he pulled you into his lap, holding your thighs as you straddled him.
You smiled coyly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed again. As the kiss turned into a makeout session, everything got more heated. You were hot and dripping with excitement, and while grinding your hips, you could feel his own excitement.
“Please-“ you begged quickly, looking at him with hooded eyes.
“Thought you’d never ask.” He growled, lifting you with ease and taking you to your room. He gently laid you on the bed, eyeing you. You smiled, unbuttoning your jeans and slowly pulling them down for him. Al’s hard on twitched at your little strip tease, and he couldn’t hold back. He took off your shirt, roughly but careful of your face. He hands twitched at his side, taking in your bare form. You felt a little bashful suddenly, but when Al’s hand slowly caressed your breasts and curves you immediately melted.
Al gently pressed his face to your breasts, enjoying their softness, while his hands hooked under your knees. You felt him grind his pulsing member against your wetness, making you mewl softly. Al leaned back, looking at your cunt.
“Already soaked, means I did a good job.” He growled, lining himself up. “You can tell me to stop anytime.” He said, watching you nodded before pushing in slowly.
The stretch wasn’t horrible, your aching core was ready for his entrance. He was big, bigger than you’ve had before, but he fit perfectly. He pushed in slowly till he bottomed out, his cock twitching at the feel of your heat. A low and guttural sound escaped his throat, which made you shiver excitedly. He went slow with you, worshiping your body every thrust he did. His hand slithered down your stomach as he got faster, his thumb toying with your budding clit. You let out a sharp gasp, you back arching. Al chuckled darkly, getting off to your pleasure. He matches the speed of his thrusts to your pleasure, arching himself to hit a little deeper, making you seeing stars.
You could barely get out words, the pleasure was intoxicating. Al knew you were close when you began to stutter, your muscles locking up. He kept circling your clit, going a little faster to your climax hit you like a train. The sudden and hard clench around his member made his own climax come, his warm seed shooting inside you. He slowly circled your clit as you road your high, letting you come down carefully. When you finally relaxed be pulled out, his footsteps retreating to the bathroom before coming back. He adjusted your body, helping you lay on the pillows before cleaning you up with a warm rag.
Al tossed the rag aside on the floor, slowly getting into the bed with you. You gravitated to him immediately, snuggling against his muscled form. Al carefully pulled you close, the claws he used to kill people gently scratching your back till you fell asleep.
Hope you enjoyed~