#spike spiegel x female reader

[l0v3tast3]

here to help — spike spiegel

spike can't help but say yes when you ask him to help you with something so nicely.

✎ tags: mdni!, smut, female reader, cat girl!reader, dub-con if you squint, smoking, spike's eye wasn't the only thing experimented on (wink), pet names, spike is kind of a perv but in a hot way, very brief mentions of blood, dacryphilia, bit of a size kink, he's nice in a mean way, unsafe sex, fluff at the end

✎ word count: 3.8k (proofread this time wowie!)

✎ author's note: i know i haven't posted anything in a month oops sorry ヾ(´ ▽ ` ) ... anyways i'm back and still working on call of duty stuff for those who follow me for that! but i'm also gonna start writing for jujutsu kaisen and cowboy bebop now yippee!

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spike really, really hated sharing a wall with you right now.

being the latest addition to the bebop, the room next to spike's had been the only empty one left, and you were just so sweet. he had just grumbled a "fine" and went on with his day, thinking that you were agreeable enough to live next to.

you were quiet, certainly more-so than faye; he had reasoned with himself that that was why he said yes. not that your pointed cat ears atop your head and fluffy tail that flicked side to side and curled when you were happy was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

you had sheepishly explained them when it was just you and him in the living room. he had asked what the deal was with "all that", and you had twiddled your thumbs in your lap and told him about the medical tests gone very wrong. he had started scolding faye and jet whenever they made jokes after that, and kept ed away from poking at you.

now, though, you were anything but quiet.

spike could hear every moan and gasped breath you uttered through the thin wall, his bed of course pressed up against it. he could hear the sounds of you desperately fingering yourself, wet noises between your voiced frustrations. you must have been soaked.

he wasn't stupid; he had figured it out pretty quick. after the first night, when faye had knocked on your door to drag you out and you said you were sick, he knew you were lying. after the second night he realized you were in heat.

this was now the third night in a row, and he was exhausted. it was hard to get any sleep with you practically crying out in his ear, making him painfully hard throughout the whole night. at least he knew now why you would disappear for a week every month you'd been here. this time, though, the bebop just had to be out of fuel, unable to get to the nearest planet with a hotel.

spike was fed up.

he was just going to go over to your door and tell you to be quiet. right? well, he didn't want to embarrass you. but you had to know he could hear you. you had to know he could hear everything, even the whines of his name that you were poorly attempting to keep quiet.

your door stood in front of him and spike was unsure of what to do, more than he had been in a long while. should he knock? just yell and hope you hear?

he was about to just turn away when the door slid open; he hadn't even realized you'd gone quiet. he just stared in shock, mouth hanging open as he processed the fact that the only thing you were wearing was one of his shirts.

"spike," you sighed, as if just seeing him gave you some kind of relief. your eyes were glazed and wet like you were on the verge of crying.

it took him several moments to recover. "you're... being loud," he finally managed to say.

"'m sorry," you muttered, looking down. "can't help it, it just hurts."

"you need some help?"

spike was just as surprised as you seemed to be by the words that had just come out, but your breathy voice, wet thighs, and having been already thinking about this for awhile won him over.

"are- are you serious?"

"wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it." he was walking forward into your doorframe, tall enough that he almost had to slouch. it made him very aware of just how small you were compared to him. "do you want my help?"

you nodded, backing up as he slid the door shut behind him and moved closer to you. when you were at the edge of your bed and couldn't back up anymore, he came close enough to cup your face with his hands and bend down until your lips were a hair's breadth apart.

"you gotta say it, sweetheart."

your hands were on his bare chest, nails almost digging in. "yes, please, need your help, spike-"

he pushed his lips into yours and you let out the sweetest moan he'd ever heard. his hands were running through your hair, down your back and to your waist and under your (his) shirt, swallowing your noises the entire time.

breaking your kiss to pull off your shirt, he marveled at the sight of you. he was laying you down on your bed and biting and licking down your body before he knew it, until he kneeled between your legs, pushing them up to get a better view.

your hands were already in his unruly hair to try and tug him to where you needed him to be, but he didn't budge. instead he brought his hand down from under your knee, each grazing touch closer to your core making you twitch.

"shit, you're so sensitive, baby," he muttered. his fingers had barely touched your clit and you were already crying out.

"please, spike, please just do something," you whimpered when his hand went back to your thigh.

"what do you want me to do, hm?"

"something, anything, please spike!" he almost felt bad when tears started welling up in your eyes again. almost.

"anything?" he echoed with a giddy smile.

he slid two fingers inside you easily. you were practically dripping wet, a damp spot already forming underneath you. he cursed again as he felt how tight you were, watching your back arch almost immediately.

"ha-a, ah! spike!"

your voice was music to his ears, a song he wanted to play on loop forever. he'd been imagining it, your whimpers and pleas, for months now. it was about time the universe paid him back.

it took less than a minute for you to cum, your body going stiff and your voice choking. spike almost came himself when he felt your pussy contracting around his fingers.

he gave you barely any time to recover before he was licking up your juices, sucking on your clit and pushing his tongue into you. you just about screamed, but you didn't push him away, only pulled him closer, one hand leaving his hair to claw at any skin you could reach.

you were already reduced to a babbling mess and he couldn't stop muttering about just how sweet and addicting you were.

"fuuuck, sweetheart," he dragged out, finally detaching himself from your clit after you'd came twice more. "can't get enough of you."

spike stood up and you whined, sitting up and trying to get his sweatpants off before he even had a chance to himself.

he choked out a moan when you started licking and sucking at his cock as soon as his pants were down, looking like you were entering the same trance he had just been in. it took every ounce of willpower he had to drag you off of him and lift you back onto the bed.

"you can do that later, angel. i'm here to help you, right?"

you seemed to forget about going down on him pretty quickly, opting instead for trying to drag the man closer as he crawled over you. he gave in to you rather easily, meeting his lips with yours again.

admittedly, he had been giving into you a lot lately. he would give you the last snack left and let you lean against him on the couch when you were tired. he would let you come with him when he split off from the group when you touched down in a new place.

and of course, everyone noticed. they saw how soft he was with you, how his stature relaxed and he slouched just a bit closer to your level when you walked into the room. and of course, they teased him relentlessly about it.

jet had even asked him once if spike thought you went into heats.

"well, she disappears for a week every month. what if that's when- ya know-"

"faye disappears all the time. so do i. besides, it's none of our business."

spike would never admit that he got off to the thought of it. and now, here he was, basically living his dreams. he couldn't wipe the grin off his face.

you whined when he started rubbing his dick over your pussy, his head bumping your clit with each grind. he found your attempts to line your hips up so he would finally fuck into you adorable; there wasn't much you could do though when he had his arms hooked under your knees and hands grabbing at your waist.

"aww, sweetheart, what's wrong?" he patronized, breaking away from kissing you. you were still grabbing at him wherever you could. "what is it? you want me to fuck you?"

"mhm, need you to, please spike- ah!"

he wasted no time pushing into you as soon as he heard your sweet voice, cursing as he slowly pressed in further and further, barely dragging his hips back before he would slide in more.

"oh, fuck, baby- so fuckin' tight, can barely fit my dick inside you- shit!"

you cried out when he finally bottomed out; it was like he was reshaping you to fit him inside. it had been so long since you had been with someone, since someone had helped you with your heat, but even then it had never felt as good as it did now.

he was about to ask if you were alright when you started begging him to move, to fuck you, to please help you. his final shred of resolve snapped before he grabbed one of your wrists as leverage to start hammering into you.

your back arched again and spike took that as an opportunity to lean down and suck on one of your nipples. he wasn't surprised when you came again already, your cunt tightening until he felt like he could barely move. your eyes rolled back and your nails dug as deep as they could into spike's back, probably drawing blood. he didn't care, though, because you looked so pretty cumming on his cock.

spike kept making you cum as much as he could until he couldn't fight off his own orgasm anymore (he was honestly impressed with himself that he'd managed to even last this long).

"where do you want me, baby? huh? where d'you want my cum?" he breathed, watching your body squirm and twitch from overstimulation.

you couldn't even answer him, feeling like he fucked your brain right out of your head. all you could think of was the pleasure overtaking your entire being, of wanting to stay like this for as long as possible.

when you didn't say anything, spike leaned down over you and left your leg on his shoulder to lightly grab your jaw.

"c'mon, angel, you gotta answer me," he panted. "you want me to cum inside you, right?"

that seemed to bring you out your haze a little bit and you nodded, ears teary and face painted a cute shade of pink. "mhm- ah- cum in- side, ah! please!" you managed.

he came with a harsh groan, bullying his dick as far into you as he could as he filled you up. you came with him one more time, your body clinging onto his, trying to keep him from pulling out.

you both stayed like that for some time, kissing slow and stealing the other's body heat. you whimpered when he pulled away and started to untangle your limbs from his, but he shushed you with another smile.

"don't worry, sweetheart. we're far from being done."

spike found out just how sensitive your extra appendages are pretty quickly, and he absolutely took advantage of it.

scratching and petting your soft ears made you melt against him, like putty in his hands. he found you're much more pliant when he does it, less whiny and more grateful.

of course, spike wasn't a complete dick, so he would take you into his room to feed both of his addictions at once. like when he was fucking you but stopped every time you were about to cum, torturing you just to see what you'd do. he had your hands tied to his headboard, keeping one hand on your stomach to pin you down and using the other to smoke a cigarette while he lazily fucked you.

"nngh, nonono- please! spike, you're bein' mean-"

he bends down over you to put out his cigarette on the bedside table, making him press deeper into you; you nearly came just from that, choking on your words.

"i'm being mean? sweetheart, i'm helping you." he cupped your face and debated internally for a second before he reached up to pet and rub your little cat ears soothingly.

your tensed limbs went slack, no longer tugging on your binds or trying to pull him closer with your legs. your wide eyes became lidded and you started nuzzling your head further into his hand.

"you asked for my help, remember? this is how i help you, baby," he cooed, and when you gave a little nod and a whimpered "mhm" he smiled. "you just gotta be a good girl and take it. can you do that?"

you nodded again. "mhm, i'll be good," you mumbled.

"good," spike said, reaching for another cigarette and leaning back up to light it. he put a hand back on your stomach and when he wasn't holding his cigarette he was petting your ears as he went back to slowly dragging his hips back and forth.

he also found out that tugging on your tail made you cum nearly instantly, and he used that until you were crying.

you were on your hands and knees on the floor with spike fucking you from behind, having to hold your hips to keep them up; he was holding your hair in a messy ponytail to make you watch it all in the floor-length mirror that was in front of you.

the curl of your tail against your back was just so cute, and having seen the effect of touching your ears, he had no hesitation in grabbing your tail lightly. your body shuddered and twitched and your back arched when you let out a loud whine.

"shit," he groaned through clenched teeth, feeling your pussy tightening around him. "you really like that, don't you angel?"

"fu-uck, mm-mm, i don'-"

he grabbed the base of your tail and tugged, and you were clawing at the blankets underneath you as you came.

"ha, why are you lying to me, baby?" spike breathed, tossing his head back as he fucked you through your orgasm. "thought you were finally being good."

he flipped you over with a pillow under your back and tried it again while he ate you out, and he was delighted to feel your cunt pulsing around his tongue. he tried it when he was just rubbing your clit, when he only had two fingers inside of you, when he was just sucking on your tits. you came every time, and each time made you try to claw your way away from him a little more. he never let you run; even if he did, he knew you would just come right back.

"one more time, baby, just one more for me," he kept saying, until you were reaching back to grab his wrist, his arm, his chest, anything to get him to let up.

"please, ple- ah, spike!" you hiccupped. which one of you was the one in heat again? "break, i need- nnh- need a break!"

he slowed down his thrusts and took his hand away from your tail, your sob turning into one of relief.

"alright, baby, we can take a break, you just gotta give me one more," he said, leaning down over you to kiss the back of your neck. you tried to shake your head, tried to say you couldn't give him anymore; it was then that you realized you definitely wouldn't be able to keep up with him if you continued this after your heat was over.

"i know you can, doin' so good for me," he just mumbled as he fucked you slower, until he finally let himself cum, of course making sure to give your tail one last squeeze. he couldn't help himself when it forced the cutest moans out of you.

he filled you with his cum over and over again, the both of you passing out for a couple of hours just to wake up and fuck all over again.

he would wake up to you sucking his dick, you would wake up to him spooning you and giving you hickies in the spaces between the ones he'd already left while he fingered you open again.

the only other time you stopped fucking is when he forced you to take a break and shower. you clung to him like a koala bear the entire way to the bathroom, fucked again in the shower, and clung to him all the way back.

during the duration of your heat, spike found himself being a lot more caring than he had been to someone in a very long time. he made sure you drank plenty of water, took you to the bathroom, made sure you ate still, dealt with your whining every second he wasn't physically touching you. in truth, he liked how much it made him feel needed.

he only ran into jet once while he quickly raided the fridge and filled up water bottles. jet came in just as he was hugging the supplies to his shirtless chest.

"spike! where the hell have you been?"

"uh... well, turns out she does go into heat," he said with a shrug and a slightly smug grin, walking past jet.

"oh, shit... wait, how do you know-" his jaw dropped when he saw spike's chest, back and arms, scratched to hell and marked with bites from your little fangs. he told faye, edward, and ein that you two were both very sick and needed to be "quarantined", counting himself lucky their bedrooms were all on the opposite side of the ship from yours.

you both stayed in your routine of fucking, sleeping, eating, and being forced to bathe for four days before your system starts calming down (spike had found himself considering the experiments done on himself more good than bad; he was so grateful he could keep up with you).

it's when you wake up with a pained groan as he's stretching out his overused muscles that he knows you're finally sobering up. as much as he loved the sex marathon, he was starting to get sore all over.

he plops back down next to you and you roll over to lay on top of him, but for the first time in days you don't start nipping at his chest and grinding against him. you just let out a little whine and go back to sleep. he can't help the little smile that spreads across his lips, and he reaches up to gently pet your ears and hair until he falls back asleep too.

you're shook awake a few hours later, blearily cracking open your eyes to see spike setting down a tray of "beef" and vegetables next to you on the bed. he gently moves your legs to sit beside you and eat his own.

"morning, sweetheart," he says when you raise your head and mumble something along the same lines back, slowly shifting onto your back and sitting up with another groan.

spike frowns a little in worry, wondering now if he had been too rough on you. it doesn't match up to your face of horror, though, when you look up and see his shirtless body.

"oh god, spike, 'm so sorry! you didn't have to- oh god," you ramble in panic, reaching out to him then retracting your hands and hiding your face in them, curling up into a ball.

spike laughs a little bit before he reaches over and gently takes your wrists in his hands to show your face to him again. "it's alright! hey, really, it's alright. i love the kind of woman who stakes her claim," he reassured with a cheesy smile.

your face goes red and you look down, embarrassed. "you didn't have to help me. i'm sorry- 'm sorry i made you do... all that."

"i seem to recall making you do a lot of things, too. very happily, too."

"well, yeah, but-"

"trust me, i enjoyed every minute of it, princess. well, except maybe having to force you into the shower. and having to spoon-feed you."

"you did not have to spoon-feed me!" you mutter indignantly, brows furrowing adorably and your tail flicking behind you.

"yes, i did," he sys, pointing his fork at you as he went back to his tray, "when you just needed to keep my dick inside you but didn't want to stop fucking yourself on it long enough to eat. had to hold you down." he acts like he's complaining, but he has a shit-eating grin on his face the entire time.

you choke on your own spit a little before huffing; before you can turn to your own food he adds on, "eat, don't make me force feed you again." you half-pout and half-glare at him, but you shovel the food into your mouth nonetheless.

once you're beyond full, you collapse back onto the bed, fully intending to go back to sleep and let your hormones rebalance on their own. you were always sore and exhausted for a day or two after your heat, but you usually slept through it anyways.

"hey." apparently, spike has other plans. "come on, we gotta take a bath." he's hauling you back into a sitting position and pulling his t-shirt over your head, which of course swallows you whole, despite all your whines and protests. "quit complaining, all you gotta do is sit in the water."

regardless of his front of acting like he was doing you a favor, he lets you cling to him again all the way to the bathroom. he washes your hair and cleans you off, makes sure the water isn't too hot for you. generally, you hate baths, but this seemed like something you could live with.

when he's toweled you dry and put you in one of his clean shirts, you sit on the counter while he finishes pulling up his sweats.

he picks you up again and as he starts walking you both back to your room, he asks, "so when did you take my shirt, anyway?"

spike feels you tense up and your cheeks get warm where they're pressed into the crook of his neck.

"i didn't take it," you squeak, "it got- it got mixed up in the laundry..."

"riiight. sure, sweetheart."

#cowboy bebop #spike spiegel #spike spiegel x reader #spike spiegel x female reader #spike spiegel x you #spike spiegel smut #cowboy bebop smut #— lilly writes! ♡

[sl33paholics]

The Unraveling Knots of Love

Jet Black x Black!fem reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, maybe there is," you countered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

#anime #cowboy bebop #jet black #jet black cowboy bebop #black writers #female writers #black reader #poc writer #x black reader #fluff #angst #spike spiegel #black tumblr #faye valentine #yandere cowboy bebop #cowboy bebop spike #cowboy bebop smut

[queenofanime]

Cowboy Bebop

Vicious reacting to falling in love

Let's be honest, when he first met you, it wasn't love at first sight. 

He doesn't believe in that, and even if he did, a long time ago, he got his heart broken because of it.

But one thing, he does notice, are your tenacity and persistence because somehow, you crawled your way into his heart.

If you do catch his attention, you're strong and witty. 

And if your personality is bubbly combined with sarcasm, then he actually starts to pay attention. 

Because of his past relationship, I feel Vicious would go for someone who's younger, a tomboy, and someone who's more childish and free. 

 For the relationship to start, you are going to make the first move. Even then, the man will reject you. 

Thus the chase begins. 

Frankly, Vicious doesn't get what you see in him. Deep down, he knows he's a hard pill to swallow and if you do become something, he'll let you down. 

He is an ambitious man, who doesn't care about killing and always gets what he wants. 

Everyone who knows you're in love tries to convince you otherwise. And while everyone might see his personality traits as negatives, you actually admire them. 

Whenever you strike up a conversation, he is cold and indifferent, but deep down, both of you know he's actually listening.  

To Vicious, Julia is an ex-lover; to Spike, she is a soulmate. So when you do enter into Vicious life, he desperately hopes you are his soulmate.     

#cowboy bebop #vicious cowboy bebop #female reader #falling in love #Viciousxreader #cowboy bebop x reader #Soulmate #spike spiegel #jet black cowboy bebop

[alotofrandomfangirling]

Masterlist

Hii so i don’t write much but i did some fanfiction and decided to gather them all in a masterlist. As you can see by my url it’s really just a bunch of random fangirling gathered together so please don’t mind akdkaksdjsk

These are all reader insert and female reader 💕

Chishiya Shuntaro

Dating Chishiya Shuntaro would include

Christopher Velez

Imagine

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan Kenobi as a father headcanons

Roronoa Zoro (Netflix live action)

Dance with me?

Dating Roronoa Zoro would include

NSFW Alphabet 🔞

One shot

Promises

Son Heung-Min

Can’t take my eyes off you

Delusional

Forms of affection (headcanons)

Spike Spiegel (Netflix live action)

Dating Spike Spiegel would include

Spike Spiegel x reader

[ghostbeam]

forever is the sweetest con | spike spiegel

“I had it handled.” He says. You look at him in disbelief, standing up from the bed and walking across the room. He follows behind you, taking your wrist in his hand and spinning you around. You snap.

“Handled?” You cry. “Handled? You left me!”

“I’m here now! Doesn’t that count for something?” He argues, even though he doesn’t really believe it. He knows it doesn’t count, knows there’s nothing he could do to take back what he did to you. He left you behind, his best friend, the one person who truly understood him all for some woman who did the exact same to him.

Spike knows he doesn’t deserve you, but he’s looking down at you, and you have this look in your eyes that he doesn’t quite know how to read until your gaze flickers to his lips.

notes: ahhhh okay so this was written for @cyancherub‘s back from the dead collab which was so so cool to be a part of!! I’ve been working on this for a while and have been really nervous to write Spike but it's finally done and here! You can listen to the playlist I made for it here if you want to!! thanks for reading<3

warnings: 18+, minors dni, explicit content, violence, injury, blood, death (not Spike or reader), angst, a bit of pain play, facesitting, multiple orgasms, Spike picks reader up

words: 8.5k

Many knew Spike Spiegel as a feared member of the Red Dragon syndicate, someone who was possibly next in line to be the leader, but you knew him as your best friend. 

Maybe it was wrong of you to be so close to a man who belonged to the same syndicate that kept a huge debt over your father’s head, but you never claimed to be morally sound. 

And besides, it wasn’t like you’d ever be able to resist Spike if you tried, seeing as you were completely and utterly in love with him. 

Vicious despises the bar that you work in. It’s meant to be a place for business, a place that keeps them out of the watchful eye of cops and enemy syndicates, but most of the men treat it like a playground. Clouded with smoke, the smell of cheap beer and cologne wafts through the air.

You watch Spike play Pool from across the room, swindling different syndicate members out of their money, game after game. He’s relaxed, his favorite bomber jacket hanging from his shoulders and an everpresent smirk playing on his lips. Vicious sits at the bar and keeps an eye on him, his face stuck in a glare, one that’s become permanent after talk of Spike’s future as a possible leader of the Dragons.  

Spike shoots an 8-ball into one of the corner pockets, and the men surrounding the table erupt in a fit of cheers and defeated groans. He collects the money from their bets and strolls to the bar, taking a seat next to his partner and knocking his knuckles on the bar to get your attention. 

Looking up from your anatomy textbook, you smile at the man. His face softens at the sight of you before Vicious mutters something to him, bringing his attention back. You make Spike a drink and slide it across the bar. He mutters a thanks, sweetheart before going back to his conversation. You don’t hear what Spike says to him, but Vicious stands from his stool and storms out of the bar.

“That guy needs to loosen up,” Spike grumbles, resting his head on his hand as he stares at you. You don’t look up from your textbook as you speak. 

“You probably provoked him.” You shrug, turning the page. You hear him scoff. 

“You’re supposed to be on my side, here.” He says, which makes you giggle. 

“I’m always on your side, Spike.” You smile. Your eyes finally move from the page up to him, but he’s already looking at the beautiful blonde woman entering the bar with Vicious. With another knock on the bar, Spike gets your attention. 

“Who’s that?” He questions, pointing his chin in her direction. You look at him, puzzled. Surely, he knew who Julia was.

“Is that a joke?” You wonder aloud as he turns back to you. His lips pull into a smirk as he speaks. 

“Aw, don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re still my best girl.” He tells you, tapping a finger under your chin. There had always been something in the space between you and Spike, something unspoken, something you’d never dare to address. He makes your heart race and your stomach turn, but he’s your best friend first, and until he’s done with the syndicate and you’ve made your way through med school, neither of you are ready for that to turn into more. 

“That’s Julia.” You tell him, though you still aren’t completely sure if he’s messing with you or not. It was common knowledge that Vicious had started seeing her recently. You’d even seen her come into the bar a few times, so how was it possible that Spike didn’t know who she was?

He turns back around in his stool as he straightens out his bomber jacket and runs a hand through his messy green mop. He tests her name out. “Julia.”

You watch him make his way from the bar to Vicious and Julia, and you don’t bother to call him back to warn him. You can see realization hit him, his eyes flickering between the two as Vicious’ frown deepens. Julia, however, looks utterly intrigued with Spike. Something passes between the two of them when their eyes meet. You can feel it from across the room. 

And you know that whatever lies in the space between you and Spike no longer matters.

You don’t remember what life was like before Spike, but you’re starting to think it was a little something like your days now.

That day at the bar changed everything. You were seeing less and less of him, but it wasn’t the first instance that Spike had been distant because of his job. It was, however, the first time Spike had been distant because of a girl.

Spike walks into the bar on a Wednesday night, the place almost completely empty on a weekday. You fill the glass of a regular customer as your best friend makes his way to you. He takes a seat and knocks on the bar, his head resting in his hands as he waits for you to notice.

“Long time, no see.” You speak with a soft smile. It’s only been a few months, but things are already different between the two of you.

“Been busy.” He shrugs. His nonchalance makes something burn in your stomach, anger bubbling inside you at his lack of care for your friendship, but you push all of that away. He’s here now, and that’s all that matters. 

“Yeah? With what?” You question, even though you know exactly what he’s been busy with. Spike looks down at the bar, rapping his knuckles on the surface before looking back up at you with an unreadable expression on his face. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, “What? What is it? Why do you look so guilty?”

“I think,” He begins, “I’m seeing Julia.”

You snort, “You think you are?”

“I know–” He says. He closes his eyes in frustration and shakes his head like he’s trying to shake something from his brain. “I am. I am seeing Julia.”

It hurts to hear it. If you’re being completely honest, it feels like he’s reached inside of your chest, crushed it between two hands, and left it here to rot. But you don’t want to be dramatic, so instead. you speak. “I know. I mean, I figured as much.”

“Uh-huh.” Spike nods slowly, suspicious of your words, “What are you thinking?”

He talks like you’re a wild animal, like you’ll lean over and take a bite from his neck if he’s not careful with his words. It irritates you, how suspicious he is of you. You aren’t fragile. You aren’t going to break over the idea of him loving someone else, at least not in front of him. And you certainly aren’t going to be the one to address what lies between you. 

“I’m thinking that if you’re happy, then I’m happy.” You say because it’s the truth. You’d much rather Spike be happy with you, but if Julia is who he wants, then what makes you think you can stop that?

“And that’s it?” He questions, his guard still visibly up, much to your dismay. 

“That’s it.” You confirm. You smile, trying to put him at ease. You don’t want him to be afraid of your reaction, but it at the very least tells you that he knows that for the past couple of years, there definitely was something going on between the two of you, no matter how hard you both tried to ignore it. 

After that, things slowly went back to normal. While you weren’t seeing Spike as much as you used to, he still came to see you when he could. About a month after revealing his relationship with Julia to you, you catch Spike climbing through the window of your apartment above the bar at three a.m. 

It wasn’t the first time Spike had climbed through your window, choosing to sneak in that way instead of dealing with your father who deemed him a bad influence immediately after meeting him. And even though Spike had done this time and time again, it was his first time visiting you like this after seeing Julia.

You jolt awake at the sound of your best friend stealthily rolling through your open window and into your dark bedroom. You turn around in your bed to look at him and feel your heart flutter at the sight of him, the action so familiar and warm. 

“Spike?” You ask groggily, voice rough from sleep. Sitting up in bed, you rub your eyes, adjusting to the darkness. He says nothing as he sits on the bed across from you. There isn’t enough light to see the expression on his face, but you hear him sigh. 

“I’m leaving the syndicate.” He speaks. You feel as if the air has been knocked from your lungs at his words. A pit forms in your stomach as you realize what he’s just said. 

“What are you talking about?” You manage to ask, even though your voice shakes as you do. “What happened?”

“I’m leaving.” He says. “With Julia.”

And it breaks your heart to hear. It breaks your heart to know that he would risk his life to love her, but not you.

“You’ll be killed.” You urge. No one leaves the Dragons unless it’s to die, and you know that if Spike tries, you’ll never see him again. 

“I won't.” He shakes his head. “I won’t. She’s meeting me at the cemetery by her place. I have a distraction planned, so we can get out of here before they notice we’re gone.”

“And what about–” You start to ask before cutting yourself off. What about us?

You look down at your lap, embarrassed by your thoughts. Spike’s hand comes up to cup your cheek. He moves your face to look at him, though he’s still difficult to see in the darkness of your room. 

“You?” He asks like he knows that’s what you’re thinking. “You are going to finish medical school. You’re gonna get a residency at a hospital somewhere far away from here, and pay off your father’s debts. And I’m going to see you again. I can promise you that much. It might not be anytime soon, but I won’t forget you.”

You’re crying now, feeling the tears stream down your face as you listen to him speak. He rubs a thumb underneath your eye, catching what falls there. You know how this ends. It’s the last time you’ll ever see him. 

“I love you, Spike.” It’s the first time you’ve ever said it to him. That’s what lies between you: love. 

“I love you, too.” He nods. It’s also the first time he’s ever said it to you. It’s the first time he’s ever said it to anyone. You can’t see anything but the reflection of the moon that shines through your window in his eyes. Your hand finds his, resting over where he cups your face, and you struggle to hold the moment close to your heart. 

Spike stands. He places a soft kiss to your forehead, and he leaves out the window like he always has. 

Only this time, he’s not coming back.

Hours later as you open up the bar, Vicious and a swarm of Red Dragons storm through the door. You watch from behind the bar as they tear the place apart. Men look in corners and behind the bar, in the restrooms, at the back of the building. A group of men rush up the stairs that lead up to your apartment, and when you think of your father, you move to follow. 

Vicious is fast, though, and you’re pushed up against the wall of liquor behind the bar, his katana dangerously close to the soft flesh of your neck. 

“Where is he?” He asks. You struggle in his hold before he presses the blade closer. 

“I don’t know.” You breathe, trying to stay still. The blade is pushed harder into you, sharp enough to break the skin from the pressure. You wince, and he grins.

“I just need to know where they’ve gone.” He speaks, his voice sending chills down your spine. “If you can tell me that, I’ll let you live.”

“Vicious, I don’t know. He didn't tell me anything.” You try to lie, but it’s clear that he doesn’t believe you. He says your name as a warning as he moves even closer to you. “Don’t you think I would! Don’t you think if I knew where he was, I would tell you? He broke my heart too, you know. He chose her. He left. All I want is for my father to be free from you.”

You hope the lie is convincing enough. You can see him analyze you, the gears turning in his head as he wonders if he can trust your words or not. You speak again, hoping to prove yourself.

“Spike had a choice–” You say. “and he chose her. I’m not going to protect him. I don’t know where he is.”

He looks you up and down before releasing you. “We’re done here.”

One of the men at the base of the stairs commands the rest in your apartment to return, you let out a sigh of relief. A man comes down the stairs behind the group, wiping blood from his sword with a cloth.

“The man is dead, sir.” He tells Vicious, motioning his head up the stairs. Your body moves forward on its own before Vicious captures you in his hold once more. 

“Wait!” You yell, trying to force your way out of his hold. A strangled scream gets caught in your through. Vicious moves to push you back against the wall of alcohol, bottles falling to the floor as he does. He moves his Katana to the side of your neck, dragging the blade slowly against the flesh, creating a large gash there. You bring your hand up to put pressure on the wound. Vicious smirks.

“Consider your life spared.” He says. He moves closer to whisper in your ear. “Be gone by midnight.”

You fall to your knees as he lets go of you, and you hear the men leave the bar. Staring at the spilled liquor and broken glass on the floor, dread fills your stomach.

You stand in the bathroom of your apartment, stitching up your neck as your father lays in a pool of his own blood on your kitchen floor, and this time, you can’t call Spike. 

…

You’re  always on the move, living one bounty to the next. If you’re lucky, you can find a hotel cheap enough to stay in for a few nights, but you spend most of your nights on your small aircraft. It’s a piece of shit, but it’s your baby, the first ship you ever bought with your last bit of woolongs after leaving 

Bounty hunting is hell. The things you have to go through for a couple of bucks isn’t nearly enough to make it worth it. Freedom, however, the freedom is worth it. 

The bounty you’re chasing is a small fry, to say the least. Caught on a couple of accounts of threat and fraud, you know he won’t be difficult to take in. Last seen on Ganymede with a large beard as a disguise, he’s incredibly easy to find

You had been following him for blocks, watching him walk into a record store, then a grocery store, seemingly unaware that he was going to jail in just a few moments. 

You pull your mask up around your face as you approach, something you always did while hunting a bounty. 

You spot the man again as he turns down an alley. You sneak around the building, hoping to catch him off guard once he comes out the other end of the alley. You stand against the wall of the old building, your gun pressed to your chest. Letting out a deep breath, you turn the corner quickly, pointing your gun in the direction of the bounty.

Only, he’s not alone

“What the hell?” Standing there with an air of nonchalance, is Spike Spiegel, one arm holding his gun up to the bounty, who stands between the two of you.

“Sorry, sweetheart. You’re too late.” He tells you, completely unaware of who you are.

You’re surprised to see the man you believed to be dead, but mostly you’re angry.

“I’ve been following him for thirty blocks! He’s mine.” You say. For a moment, you think maybe Spike recognizes you, noticing a flash of confusion in his eyes before he recovers.

“Not my problem. I was here first.” He says, shrugging. Amid the argument, your bounty tries to run, turning towards you, and trying to push his way past you. Anticipating his move, you move to pack a punch straight to his gut and kick your knee into his groin for good measure. He falls to the floor instantly.

“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere.” You tell the man lying on the floor, before looking back up at Spike. You can’t lose the bounty, so the only thing you know to do is fight. You push a kick up towards Spike, who blocks it easily. 

“I’m not fighting you for him. He’s mine.” He tells you, but he doesn’t notice your left hook moving towards his jaw. He’s taken back, bringing his hand up to his now bloodied lip, “Fine.”

He advances towards you, aiming for your stomach, but you’re quick to dodge his hit. You bring your leg up again to kick, and this time Spike catches it in the air, pulling it so that you fall onto your back. 

He moves fast, straddling you to keep you down. Spike reaches for his pair of handcuffs, but you don’t let him get the chance. You knee him between his legs, causing him to yelp in pain. 

It gives you enough time to push all your weight onto him, holding his hands up over his head and pinning him against the gravel. Spike recovers quickly, wrapping his legs around your waist, and changing your position so he’s back on top. You let out a breath, exhausted from the exchange.

“Can I take you to dinner?” He flirts playfully, looking you up and down. It reminds you of your past and you can’t fight the smile that threatens to cross your face. 

“I see you haven’t changed much.” You tell him. You figure there’s no point in fighting. Spike had always been stronger than you, and you weren’t going to win this fight. You watch his face scrunch into confusion as he brings his hand up to pull your mask down. He jumps back in surprise, pulling his body off of yours.

He yells your name in surprise as you stand up. Dusting yourself off, you extend a hand to him to help him off the ground. 

“I see you’re back from the dead.” You say, your voice a little bitter. 

“How-” He starts, running his hand through his unruly hair, “What are you doing chasing bounties?”

“Seriously?” You ask, with a hand on your hip, “I’m not telling you shit until you explain how you’re alive.”

“I-” He begins, but he stops himself. Despite the fact that you were most likely going to resist, Spike pulls your body into a tight hug, feeling you relax at the contact.

“Goddamn, you.” You say, your face buried in his neck. You don’t want to be hugging him. You want to be angry, and you want an explanation. 

But this is Spike. You’ve never been able to stay mad at him before, and even though you’re still angry, more than anything, you’re happy to see him.

“Where are you staying?” He asks you, pulling away, but keeping his arms around you to ensure that you’re real. 

“Here and there.” You shrug, earning a concerned look from Spike, “On my ship.”

“You have a ship?” He asks.

“Yeah, a small MONO zipcraft.” You tell him, watching his face drop.

“You can’t live on a zipcraft.” He deadpans.

“Actually, I can.” You say. He stares at you for a moment. “I’m staying at this shitty hotel, though, for now.”

He looks you up and down, thinking long and hard before he speaks again.

“Can I see it?”

…

You were right, the hotel is shitty. 

You sit on the bed with one leg tucked underneath you. It’s the only place for you to sit, seeing as there’s no other furniture besides a bedside table. He sits across from you, and you try not to think about how familiar this feels. 

Spotting the crumpled pack of cigarettes in Spike’s jacket pocket, you reach over to take them, placing a stick between your lips.

“So,” You begin as Spike leans over to light your cigarette. “start explaining.”

“Since when do you smoke?” He asks, watching you exhale. The smoke looks pretty as you blow it from your lips, he thinks, his ears growing red at the sight. 

“Stop deflecting.” You order.

“There’s not much to say.” He shrugs, running a hand through his hair. “I faked my death. I thought she would meet me there, but she didn’t. I was stupid. I trusted her. What more is there to say?” 

“How about ‘I’m sorry I faked my death and didn’t tell you.’” You suggest. He frowns.

“I told you we were leaving. You knew I wasn’t dead.” He tries to defend himself. 

“You told me you were leaving the syndicate. I knew what that meant. Trying to do that’s as good as dying.” You tell him, anger bubbling in your gut. 

“I had it handled.” He says. You look at him in disbelief, standing up from the bed and walking across the room. He follows behind you, taking your wrist in his hand and spinning you around. You snap. 

“Handled?” You cry. “Handled? You left me!”

“I’m here now! Doesn’t that count for something?” He argues, even though he doesn’t really believe it. He knows it doesn’t count, knows there’s nothing he could do to take back what he did to you. He left you behind, his best friend, the one person who truly understood him all for some woman who did the exact same to him. 

Spike knows he doesn’t deserve you, but he’s looking down at you, and you have this look in your eyes that he doesn’t quite know how to read until your gaze flickers to his lips.

And so he kisses you, harsh and messy, teeth grazing your lip and licking into your mouth, years of hunger finally satiated. You fist his button-up with your hands, trying to bring him impossibly closer. It’s nothing like you thought your first kiss with him would be, and it’s not how Spike wants to kiss you, but it’s all he’s got.

His fingers leave indents in the flesh of your hips as he urges you up into his arms, your legs hooking around his torso as he walks you to the bed. You’re thrown onto the worn-out mattress, and Spike looms over you, taking you all in. 

It’s you. You’re here, really here, and not in some dream he’s waiting to wake up from. You’re flesh and bone under his hands under his lips. He leaves marks on your skin, sinks his teeth into muscle. You’re everywhere, the scent of you, your voice like his favorite old earth record. It’s almost too much for him, the reality of his desire for you, the feelings in his chest that he so carefully kept locked up have spilled out and over your bodies in a matter of seconds. 

And Spike knows he can’t handle it, any of it, not you or him, or how Julia still lingers in the back of his mind like he’s some kind of traitor for loving you. 

So, he lays there with you, and he waits until your breath has become steady, and he slips out the door. 

…

Only, Spike can’t stay away, not after everything, not after he’s had you.

And if the universe didn’t want you to be together, then the Bebop wouldn’t have broken down on Ganymede in need of a part that won’t arrive for a few more days. 

At least, that’s what Spike tells himself. He’s never believed in any kind of otherworldly interference, no belief in fate or destiny, but he does believe in you, something real, absolute, with evidence in the form of the bruises that litter his neck and chest. 

So he spends his last couple of woolongs on breakfast for the two of you, and he knocks on your hotel door.

The door swings open, and he’s met with your face pulled into an angry pout. You’re dressed for the day, jacket pulled over your shoulders like you have somewhere to be, but he can still see the evidence of the night before on your neck. You take one look at him and close the door on him, turning the lock and adjusting the chain on the door. 

Spike’s brows pull into a frown at your behavior. He clumsily pushes the two coffee cups and the bag of pastries he’s brought with him into one arm and bangs on the shoddy door with his other. 

“Hey!” He yells through the door. “The hell are you doing?”

“Go away, Spike!” Your voice sounds on the other side of the door. Your voice is close enough so he knows that you’re pressed up against it. 

“Open the door.” He commands from his side, calling your name. 

“No!” You call. “I’m done letting you in, not when you’re just gonna keep leaving.”

He sighs on the other side of the door, leaning his back against it. “I was getting breakfast.”

He tries to defend himself, hoping you’ll believe his lie. He’s surprised to feel the door move from behind him, his body stumbling through the door of your hotel as he tries to keep the cups in his arm from spilling. He finds his footing and stands up straight, setting your breakfast on the bedside table and shutting your door with one arm. 

“Do you think I’m stupid?” You ask him, arms crossed over your chest. Spike shakes his head and pulls his cigarettes from his breast pocket. He lights one up and talks around it. 

“What are you talking about?” He asks, taking a step forward. You scoff at him, fed up with his insistence on playing innocent.

“I’m talking about last night!” You hiss. “What–you sneak out in the middle of the night like I’m no one and come back in the morning with cheap coffee like you did nothing wrong? That was your plan?”

“Basically.” Spike mumbles. He’s looking anywhere but you, inhaling more of his cigarette than oxygen. 

“Just get out. Fuck off.” You throw your hands up, turning around to walk away. “I don’t care anymore.”

“Can we just–” Spike sighs. “–talk?”

“What do you wanna talk about, Spike?” You question, urging him to speak, “Huh? What’s there to talk about?”

“This. Us. You and me.” He tries, crossing the room in long strides. You shake your head in disbelief. 

“There is no ‘us’.” You argue.

“There is.” He barks. And finally, you’ve had enough. You’re done protecting him from the truth, and you want him to hurt. 

“Do you know what happened after you left me?” You ask. “Vicious paid me a visit. He threatened me and killed my father, all ‘cause you wanted to fall in love.”

Your words are said with venom, cutting through him like a knife. He physically flinches as you tell him, and you move your head to bare your neck to him. 

He takes a step forward and hesitantly brings a hand up to your neck. When you show no sign of protest, he runs a thumb over the scar that Vicious left behind. He’s not sure how he missed it before, the night that he’d touched every inch of you, committing it to memory. 

“He did this?” Spike asks, his voice ripe with anger. You nod.

“He let me live.” You tell him. “I don’t know why he did it, even told me to get out of there by midnight.”

“He told you to leave?” He questions, his hand still caressing your neck. “Why would he do that? Why wouldn’t he just kill you?”

“I don’t know, Spike.” You snap, pulling away from his hand. “It doesn’t matter now.”

“It does–” He says. “It does matter. It happened because of me.”

“I know.” Your words silence him. You look down at the ground and then up at him again. Spike thinks he’ll see anger in your eyes, but they’re just sad, so sad. “You left, and I needed you.”

“I’m sorry–I’m so sorry.” He says, choking on the words. He takes a step forward as you take a step back. He feels the ash of his cigarette burn his fingers in his other hand, the stick now nothing but the filter. He drops it onto the dirty hotel carpet, not caring to pick it up as he steps forward once more. You eye the butt on the ground before looking back up at him. 

“You’re a dick.” You say because it’s true.

“It’s already a mess.” He says, trying to keep his voice steady. 

“I can’t stand you.”

“That's not true.” He shakes his head, finally moving to stand in front of you. 

“I wish it was.” You let out a breath, staring at your feet. You bring your hand up to the marks around your neck. “You’re all over me. I hate seeing it. I hate looking in the mirror.”

And it breaks him, the thought that you hate the evidence of him on your skin when he’s so proud to wear you. He loves the scratches down his back, the marks across his neck and chest, how they ache. It’s real. It’s real. It’s real. 

“Come here.” He whispers. You shake your head.

“No.” Your voice shakes, your arms wrapped around your abdomen like you’re protecting yourself

Spike reaches an arm out, wraps his hand around your wrist, and pulls you forward. “Come here.”

You stand in front of him, looking anywhere but in his mismatched eyes. Spike thumbs the buttons of his shirt, pulling the front of it open. He takes your hand and brings it to his chest. You hesitate above his skin before you make contact. He guides your fingers across the marks. He’s asking you to feel him, asking you if he’s as real to you as you are to him. 

Your fingers pause over a bruise before you press into his skin. Spike gasps at the pain, and you finally look up into his eyes. He moves your hand again, ghosting over the next before you sink the tips of two fingers into the bruise in the dip of his collarbone. He hisses, wrapping his hand around your wrist in a tight grip. 

“You wanna hurt me?” He questions. “That’s what you want?”

“I should.” You whisper. He nods.

“You should.” He guides your hand to the next mark, something dark right the left side of his chest. You feel the skin underneath your fingers before you splay your hand out against him and push. You push until the backs of his knees hit the bed and he stumbles back against the mattress. You stand above him, your body in between his legs as he looks up at you.

“You’ll leave again.” You tell him. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you down so you’re straddling him.

“I won’t.” He whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. You want to believe those words as much as he thinks he does, but you know he will. He’ll sneak out in the middle of the night, just like he always does. 

Still, you close your eyes anyways. You let yourself move closer. You let him kiss you.

Nothing’s been resolved. Spike still has this pit in his stomach over what happened to you after he left. You don’t know if you’ll ever forgive him. And Julia looms over the two of you like a dark cloud.

But then Spike speaks.

“Baby.” He coos against your lips. He presses his own to yours, brief and chaste before pulling back to look at you. “I won’t.”

“Promise?” You ask, staring at him, but he doesn’t answer. He just surges forward and captures your lips in his. 

He kisses you the way he’s always wanted to, the way you deserve. He’s soft and slow, his tongue slipping against your own, his teeth grazing your bottom lip. He pulls away, eyes darting over your face and taking in your lust-blown eyes, your kiss-swollen lips. He groans and buries his face in your neck, licking a long stripe up your neck, placing gentle kisses over the marks he left before.

Spike grips your hips in his large hands and grinds you down on his growing bulge. You gasp, throwing your head back and giving Spike even more room to drag his lips along the skin. His movements are nothing like they were before, the slow thrust of his hips up into yours, teasing you through layers of fabric as he sucks on your neck. 

You pull away and lean down for a kiss, swirling your tongue against his as you run your fingers through his messy hair. He groans when you tug on it and you feel him smile against your lips. You press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, then his cheek and his jaw. You move your lips down to his neck, and his head falls back. He’s panting, moving your hips over him as you lick over the bruises on his skin.

You lean down and suck the marked skin, and Spike moans. You continue to suck and nip at his flesh, running your hands through his hair, over his shoulders, and down his chest. You pull away and kiss him again, unbuttoning what’s left of his shirt as you ghost your fingers over his lower stomach. Spike pulls away from the kiss, looking into your eyes as you hook your fingers under the waistband of his pants. 

You stand up, pulling your jacket off of your shoulders. You let him pull your shirt up over your head, and undo the button of your jeans to pull them down. You move to lower yourself to your knees, but he stops you, his hands pulling you forward, back over to straddle his hips. The thin cotton of your panties is the only thing separating your sopping cunt from his dark pants, and you’re sure if you continued to grind against him, you’d leave a trace of yourself behind. 

“Come here.” He rasps, laying himself back onto the bed. His hands hook underneath your thighs, urging you farther up his body. “Up.”

You stop when he pulls you up to his chest, staring down at him, hesitant to do what he’s asking, even though there’s excitement bubbling in your stomach. His hands caress the back of your thighs and he grins up at you, beckoning you forward with a tilt of his chin. “S’okay, c’mon.”

You let him guide you farther up his body, pulling your knees over his shoulders so you can straddle his face. Leaning back, you look down at him, running a hand through his hair, enjoying the lovesick look in his eyes before he’s even tasted you. Spike’s arm curls over your thigh, bringing his fingers to your sex, rubbing a circle over your clit through your panties. It makes you buck your hips, moving forward so that you’re not even inches away from his mouth. 

You can feel his breath on your pussy through the fabric, and you look down at Spike in anticipation. He stares up at you, silently asking for permission. You push the hair that falls over his forehead back and nod, a shaky breath escaping you. 

Spike grips your thighs, pushing you down onto his face. He licks you through your panties, the fabric clinging to you, and you whine at the feeling. “So wet for me.”

The movement of his lips against your cunt causes you to clench around nothing, and Spike presses his lips to you again, moving his tongue against you like there’s nothing between his tongue and your cunt. Unconsciously moving your hips, you grip his hair in one hand.

“S-Spike! Need to feel you.” You pant from above him. You can feel him smile against you before he hooks a finger under your panties and pulls them to the side, sticky strings of your arousal clinging to the fabric as he pulls it away. He wraps his arms around your legs once more and spreads your puffy folds with his fingers. He wastes no time pushing his face against your bare cunt, his tongue licking over you in long teasing stripes. 

You move your hips, grinding on his face with your fingers tangled in his hair. Spike groans as he licks and sucks, bucking his hips up into nothing. You drive him crazy, the look in your eyes as you watch him, the slight sheen that clings to your skin under the shitty hotel light, how his fingers press into the flesh of your thighs, your hips, your breasts. 

“Spike!” You cry out his name, grinding your hips harder against his face. He licks over your clit in circles, wrapping his lips around the swollen bud and helping you move your hips, his hands digging into your skin enough to hurt. “I’m gonna–ah–I’m so close!”

“Please.” You hear Spike, only he’s muffled underneath you as he tastes you. “Please, please, fuck! Please come for me.”

Spike pulls you even closer, licking and sucking over your slick cunt, the tightness in his pants becoming almost unbearable as your moans fill the room. You let him move your hips over his face, legs shaking on either side of him as you come, crying out his name while he continues to lap up your arousal. He licks one long stripe from your entrance to your clit, causing you to jolt at the overstimulation before he lets go of your hips and allows you to move away from him. Catching your breath, you move off of Spike staring down at him.

He’s a complete mess, his shirt unbuttoned against his gleaming chest, his already disheveled hair even more tangled than before. But what really catches your attention is how your slick glistens against his chin and lips, how his eyes are half-lidded and clouded with lust as he looks at you. He brings a hand up, curling around the back of your neck and pulling you down to capture your lips. You groan against his mouth as his tongue slips past your lips, licking over yours, the bittersweet taste of your cunt lingering on his lips. 

“Could taste you for hours.” He mumbles against your lips, squeezing the back of your neck. His words make you blush and you pull away to look at him, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. You give him another kiss, peppering more down his neck.

“Think you have too many clothes on.” You mutter as Spike sits up and allows you to push his shirt from his shoulders. 

“I think you’re right.” He agrees. Standing up from the bed, Spike shuffles out of his pants. He crawls over you on the bed, and you bring your hand down to stroke him. He kisses you, groaning into your mouth as you touch him. He pulls away, his eyes blown wide with lust as he stares down at you. “Look at you. Look at you.”

“Spike.” You say his name, pulling your hand away from his cock. You hold his head in both hands, his eyes staring into yours as he waits for you to speak. “I’ve wanted this for a really, really long time.”

He kisses you. “Me too.”

“Yeah?” You question because you want to hear him say it. 

“‘Course.” He breathes, placing a tender kiss to your cheek. He drags his lips against your jaw. “Course I have. Always.”

“But–” You know you shouldn’t bring her up, but you hate how she remains an ever-present thought in your mind, even as he’s here with you instead of her. Spike doesn’t let you finish, anyways, capturing your lips in a slow, longing kiss. 

“Just you.” He murmurs against your lips. He brings a hand down between the two of you, fisting his cock in his hand and running the head through the glistening folds of your cunt. “Only you.”

You gasp at the feeling of him grinding against you, wrapping your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck. You bury your face against his neck and moan. “Fuck!”

“Baby. My baby.” He coos as he kisses down your neck, placing wet kisses there and tasting the salt of your sweat against your skin. He leans down, capturing one of your pebbled nipples between his lips. You arch your back at the sensation, and he gropes your other breast in his hand, rolling your bud between two fingers. You whine as he continues to kiss over your breasts, moving your hips to try and soothe the ache between your legs. 

“Spike!” You cry, running your hands through his hair. “Spike, please!”

He pulls away from your chest, reaching his hand down between your bodies, drawing slow circles around your clit. “Please what, baby?”

“Please, uh–” You moan as he slips a finger into your entrance. “Fuck me! Please, fuck me, Spike!”

“Aw,” He coos, fucking his middle finger in and out of you. “It’s not enough? Need more?”

“More!” You cry, bucking your hips against his hand. He chuckles as he looks down at you, moving his hand from between your legs to hold himself up over you. “Please!”

“Love it when you beg for me.” He mutters before kissing you, pushing the head of his cock through your opening. You whine at the stretch, still so tight even after what he’s done to prepare you. You arch your back against the mattress, Spike pushing his way inside as your heels dig into his lower back. 

“Feels–mmm–feels so good!” You whine. Spike pants against your ear, pulling his hips back and slamming back inside of you. The both of you cry out, Spike thrusting his hips against your own. 

“Look at you.” Spike breathes, still moving in and out of you. “So beautiful. So fucking perfect, and you’re all mine.”

And he’s right. You’re his. You’ve always been his, even if you can’t call him yours.

“Please!” You beg, though you aren't sure what for. “Please, please, please!”

You meet his thrusts with your hips, nails scratching down his back as he grinds into you. You move your hands from his back, up his chest and towards his neck. He looks into your eyes as you run your fingers over the marks you left, moaning with you as he fucks you. You press your thumbs into the marks on either side of his neck, and he groans.

“Fuck!” He cries, quickening his thrusts and chasing his high. “You’re so–fuck–such a goddamn sadist.”

He leans down and captures your lips in a kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he slows his hips. He fucks you deep and slow, hitting the spot inside of you that makes you moan against him. Your orgasm washes over you without warning, causing you to cry out his name and throw your head back against the bed. 

“Can you–” He grunts, feeling the way you clench around him. “Think you can give me another?”

“Can’t!” You cry as he continues to move in and out of you. The overstimulation is almost too much, but you keep him locked against you with your legs around his waist. 

“C’mon. You can, baby. One more. One more for me.” He begs, bringing a hand between the two of you and pressing his fingers to your clit. “I’m so close.”

“Spike!” You whine, moving your hips with his as he draws tight circles around your clit. “I-I’m gonna–”

“Me too!” He groans, his movements becoming quicker and sloppier as he approaches his orgasm. 

Your second orgasm hits just as hard as your first, and Spike’s follows soon after. Warmth fills your insides as he continues to thrust into your abused cunt. He pants against your neck, leaving kisses against your skin as he pulls out of you. He rolls over, lying on his back as the two of you catch your breath. 

You move to stand, pulling his shirt over your body and tip-toeing to the bathroom. Once you’re done inside, you return to the bed, where Spike has pulled his boxers and pants back on, though still unbuttoned. He lays on the bed, cigarette hanging from his fingers as he watches you. 

“Are you trying to kill me?” He questions, his eyes moving over the way you look in his button-down, which you haven’t bothered to button up. You giggle, crawling onto the bed. Spike holds an arm out for you, and you take your place against his chest, taking the cigarette from his hand and bringing it to your lips. You blow the smoke out against his face and smile. 

He pets the top of your head with his hand as he looks down at you. “You tired?”

You nod against him, placing the cigarette in his hands and nuzzling his chest. He puts it out on the bedside table, and this time you don’t scold him.

Spike watches you close your eyes, waits for your breath to become steady, and he falls asleep.

…

Spike wakes up to the sound of humming. 

He forces his eyes open, adjusting to the light in the room. He groans, running a hand over his face as he stretches his limbs out against the bed. He spots you sitting on the ledge of the window, blowing smoke from your cigarette through the opening. It’s still dark outside. Your face is illuminated only by the lights of Ganymede and the cherry of the cigarette. He thinks you’re beautiful. 

He reaches over to the table, pulling his own cigarette from his crumpled pack and lighting it. He stands from the bed, spotting his shirt at the end of the bed and tugging it on, making his way to your side of the room. You turn your head to him and smile.

He leans down to kiss you before leaning against the other edge of the window. “Got tired of my shirt?”

“You’ll need it later.” You shrug, looking down at what you changed into. He chuckles. 

“Yeah. Much later.” He says, running a hand up your bare calf where it rests on the ledge. “It’s not even morning.”

You look down at your lit cigarette, a sad smile spreading across your face. You brush him off with a shrug of your shoulder. 

“Hey.” He calls. You look up at him, and he tilts his head to one side. “What’s going on?”

“You know we can’t–this won’t work.” You tell him, even though it kills you to, even though the words burn like an iron in your throat as you say them. 

“What are you talking about?” Spike laughs, but you’re serious.

“This.” You say, motioning between the two of you. “Us.”

“Why not?” He asks, standing up straight. 

“You’ll leave.” You say because you know he will. He always does. 

“Then come with me.” His words make you jerk your head towards him in surprise. “Yeah. Come with me.”

“No.” You shake your head, tears stinging your eyes as you do. 

“Why not?” Spike snaps, slamming his hand against the wall next to the window. Your eyes widen at his sudden anger. 

“Because!” You cry. “You don’t want me! Not when you still love her!”

“I don’t love her.” He denies. “She left me.”

“You left me!” You argue. “You left me, and I still love you.”

“Hey.” He speaks, his voice soft as he steps closer to you. “Baby.”

“Don’t.” You whisper, looking out the window. 

“Look at me.” He begs. “Please, look at me.”

You turn your head towards him, your eyes darting over his face.

“I–” He begins to speak, but you rush forward and cover his mouth with your hand.

“Shhh.” You hush him. “Look, I can’t–we can’t be together when you still love someone else.”

“I don’t–” He tries to speak again, but you interrupt him once more.

“You do.” You tell him. “And that’s okay, but there’s no chance we’ll make it while you do.”

“So what? That’s it? I just leave, again, and find you when I’m ‘ready’? No! Fuck that!” He argues. 

“Yes!” You cry, pointing your cigarette in his direction. “That’s exactly what you do! You go and figure your shit out, and then come back for me.

“But you’re–you’re here, now. Right now. You–I had you.” His voice cracks as he stares at you.

“Spike, you always had me.” You tell him, standing up from the ledge and moving to stand in front of him. He leans forward, resting his forehead against yours and sighing. 

“Okay. Fine. Fuckin’–” He sighs. He doesn’t want to accept it, leaving you again, but you’re right. There’s too much baggage, too many loose ends he still needs to tie up before he can give you what you deserve. He lets out a breath, shaking his head. You’re scared he’ll try to fight it, that you’ll have to reject him over and over, that he’ll wear you down enough to say yes and leave with him. But he doesn’t. “Fine.”

He cups your cheeks in his hands and leans forward to kiss you. 

It’s a goodbye kiss, or a see you later kiss as you’ve dubbed it inside of your head, hope still swelling in your chest at the possibility that he’ll come back. Spike pours everything he has into it, every feeling he’s kept bottled up for years, everything he can’t say conveyed in one kiss. 

When he pulls away, you reach a hand up and cover his left eye with your palm. 

“That’s my fake eye.” He tells you. 

You nod. “I know.”

“It’s the one that sees the past.” 

“Can you still see me?” You question. His lips pull into a smile. 

“Sure can.” He brings his hand up to cover your own. 

“You’ll come back?” You question, even though you know the answer. Spike pulls your hand from his eye and kisses the inside of your wrist, the action gentle, tender. You want to remember it forever. 

“I always do.” He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, before throwing his jacket over his shoulder and disappearing through your door.

#spike spiegel x reader #spike spiegel x y/n #spike spiegel x female reader #spike spiegel smut #ghost.writes #ghost.fic

[snowflakeanimelover]

What if they confused reader fem and Spike with a couple because Ed was with them and they thought it was just a family taking a weekend walk (and no one has Ed's hair color) Ed teases calling Spike daddy and reader from mom hahaha,pleases

Here yah go, Cherry! Thank you for your wonderful requests!

If it weren't for Jet, I'd be going out and getting some money from a bounty. Instead, Spike and I had to spend the money by going shopping for groceries.

Spike lets out a sigh, smoke coming out of it from the cigarette, for the tenth time that hour.

"Would you stop? It's getting annoying." I finally say, glancing at him.

He grunts. "I can't help it. Why do I have to go shopping with you?" I frown at him. "And why did we have bring her?" He points down at Edward, who was happily looking around the city.

"Ah, come on! Don't be like that! It's nice having a smart kid around, don't you think? Besides, she needs to come out once in a while."

He doesn't say a word, bringing back his bored and slouched look.

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Shopping was a wreck, to say the least. Spike had to keep Edward from putting things in the cart that we didn't need. Not only that, but we also had to keep Edward from messing with the other strangers, constantly pulling her back and telling her to leave them alone.

When we got to the register, I had Spike and Edward give the groceries to the cashier lady while I paid for them. And I notice the lady having a wide smile as she looks at us. "Someone seems happy." I smile at her.

She turns to me. "What a lovely family." Then continues to ring the groceries.

I freeze in my spot, frantically telling her that we weren't a couple with a red face. Nor was Edward our child. I turn to Spike, telling to tell her as well. But he just stood there, unfazed.

Edward looks back and forth to me and Spike, a big grin on her face. "Come on, Daddy!" She calls, grabbing his hand and the grocery bags.

That seemed to wake him up. His eyes widening, almost choking on his cigarette. "W-what?!"

"Come on, mom!" Edward calls out to me, too. I run after them with an even redder face, trying to tell Edward not to fool around like that.

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[chickenparm]

after your last Spike fic i desperately need a fic where f!reader catches spike masturbating/being lost in dirty thoughts of her but is kinda turned on by it 👀 and maybe makes some of his fantasies come true …. idk that fic awoke something in me lol thanks for that 👁👄

Reckless (Spike Spiegel/f!Reader)

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Spike Spiegel/f!Reader 2,290 Words - NSFW Mild Accidental Voyeurism, m!Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Riding, Mild Choking, a whiff of Fluff

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Maybe this sounds a little conceited, but you don’t blame him. 

When you joined, it was only Spike and Jet. It was only supposed to be temporary. But every port you joined back on and every job you stuck around. Weeks turned to months, and all of that time was spent on a cramped ship with precious few opportunities and places and subjects to vent your frustration. 

So, really, you don’t blame him for what you overhear when you sneak past his door on your way to grab a drink before bed. There’s no disgust, no reprimand on your tongue when you pause outside his door at the grunt of your name. The rhythmic sound surrounding every syllable is telling of what he’s thinking - what he’s doing. 

The respectful thing to do would be to walk away and pretend you’ve heard nothing. Just because he’s handling himself to the thought of you doesn’t mean he necessarily wants the real thing. The last job did have you rather scantily clad, and the fact you’d had to fight in that clothing surely would have done things to any hot-blooded man, not just Spike. 

But Spike’s sexual frustration isn’t the only one that’s prevalent, and your breath is already hitching in anticipation for what’s going on beyond that door. You’re ass-deep in thoughts of Spike’s face twisted in pleasure, his hand stroking his cock and imagining it to be yours, your mouth, your pussy. Would he be sitting upright, or flat on his back and thrusting into nothing at the thought of you-

Again, your name comes, and it’s just a fraction louder than before. There’s a plea laced in it, almost as if he’s desperate for you, and any hesitance you may have had is long gone. Before you push the door open, you draw a breath. It leaves you when you step over the threshold.

Spike doesn’t notice you for a full two seconds, long enough for you to burn the image of what he looked like alone. He’s seated on the edge of his bed, one arm braced behind him while the other grips himself tight enough that you’re sure it must hurt. Leaning on the arm behind him, his head is rolled back and you catch the flash of his top teeth as he groans your name twice more - once in pleasure, the other in terror as he realizes you’re leaning on the closed door, watching him.

To be honest, you hadn’t thought about what you’d say when you stepped through, and words are already failing you. Spike’s eyes are wide for a moment, a stalemate before his hand in his lap drags across his length - he’s still going.

Mercifully, Spike seems to have his wits faster than you do, despite being the one who was caught, “It’s not a free show, y’know.”

“Yeah? How much is it going to cost me?”

“Depends on how much you like what you’re seeing.”

Spike shifts back into that leaning position from where he’d hunched in surprise. Once more he’s open to you, his loose clothing doing nothing to hide what you already know is lurking beneath. A quick glance is all you need to answer honestly, “No complaints.”

“Not the standing ovation I was hoping for, but I can work with that,” Spike doesn’t look put off by your diplomatic answer in the least. In fact, he looks almost insufferably pleased, “How about a trade?”

You’re certain you’ll agree to whatever he proposes, but for the sake of seeming on even footing, you bob your head in a short nod. Spike no longer looks you in the eye. No, his gaze is elsewhere - your chest, the curve of your popped hip, the cling of your pants on your thighs. It takes him a moment to make his demands, but when he does you can’t claim you’re surprised.

“Ditch the clothes and c’mere.”

Already you’re pulling your shirt off, but you still ask, “And what do you plan to do, Spiegel?”

Spike doesn’t answer. Not until you’re bare before him, your clothes in a pile on the floor like a barrier between you. It’s a poor excuse for one. With a jerk of his chin, Spike’s beckoning you forward, and you cross the boundary without a care for its existence. The hand he offers to you is wet, having just been unwrapped from around his cock, and you slide your palm against his to allow him to pull you into his lap as he backs further onto the narrow bed. 

What he’s planning is obvious once you’re straddling him and the hard length of his cock is pressed between your thighs. From so close, you can see his pupils - one dilated more than the other. Now isn’t the time, not while he rocks up against you while using his grip on your hips to pull you down in the same motion. 

“Should I tell you what I was thinkin’ about? Do you wanna know?”

“Was it the dress from the last job?”

“Heh… No, but that was a good one,” Spike’s eye unfocuses for a moment, like he’s reminiscing on the expanse of skin you’d shown, before he comes back to the present with a languid smile, “Nah, I was thinking of last laundry day when all your stuff was dirty and you were wearing those tiny shorts and that tank top. It’s see-through, if you didn’t know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind-”

“Please don’t, unless you’re thinking about wearing it more.”

Spike’s eyebrows raise expectantly, just before a laugh rises from your chest. In the middle of that sound, he shifts his hand and thumbs at your clit to turn your laughter into something far different, almost lewd. It had to be a calculated move - it’s too convenient for him otherwise. 

The circles of his thumb don’t stop until you’re countering them with the movement of your hips. Even then, he gives you a moment longer before he lets go and grabs your hips to lift you with a quiet ask of, “You ready?”

“Been ready since I walked by and heard you,” You know your grin has to look salacious, and he returns it with the same energy.

“I bet you were. Just let me take care of that.”

There’s no doubt that if you’d needed it, he would have been more careful, but Spike already seems in tune with you and what you’re wanting. With a shift to align and a tug, Spike pulls you flush to his lap and lets you cling to him in surprise at the sudden stretch. Spike’s just right to press against every spot you need him to, even just the feel of him inside you is enough. If you’d known it was like this, you’d have been busting through the door months ago.

The only movements from him are the small circles he rubs into your hips with his thumbs, showing surprising patience. Making him suffer isn’t something you’re interested in right now - though his irritation is always a source of fascination for you. Instead of prolonging things where it’s unnecessary, you wind your arms around his shoulders and flex around him with purpose, an open invitation to do as he pleases.

Intuition is his strong suit, and his patience snaps in an instant as he bucks up into you. The yelp you let out is more of surprise than pleasure, cut short by the webbing of his thumb pressing against the column of your throat, “Keep it down, or Jet’s gonna come knocking and I doubt you want that. Two’s company, three’s a crowd, right?”

The warning isn’t necessary when he’s got you in a hold like this, as gentle as it is. The press of his fingers at each side is more than enough to tell you what he’s expecting - and what he intends to trick you into doing when you least expect it. Spike’s already making it hard to keep quiet with how he holds you, how he’s fucking into you with a crooked, wild-looking grin on his face. 

Like it’s a game that he intends to win. You’re not sure what the conditions are, what the prize is, but you’re tempted to let him have this one.

“Y’know… a couple days ago, you were bent over the hatch in your cruiser, workin’ on the cockpit? I-I walked by the bay, saw your ass out for the taking. If I’d tried, would you’ve let me?”

“Let you what?” Your question is hoarse, strained from trying to keep your volume low in case he surprises you again with another underhanded attempt to make you break the loose rules in place, “Fuck me out in the open like that? Weren’t you just-… just worried about Jet?”

“Doesn’t always gotta be about fucking, sweetheart. I would’ve just touched you, got you screaming from just my fingers,” As if to prove his point, his free hand moves to your clit and does something wicked, trapping it between two fingers and dragging his thumb across the exposed skin until your thighs shake at his sides. 

The fingers around your throat squeeze once when you let out a whine that comes sharply from your throat. The sound doesn’t cut off, it simply fades away until you’re breathing harshly and gripping at the back of his head, your fingers twisting into the already tangled strands. Spike drags you closer until his lips are but a hair’s breadth away, the murmur of his lips just barely brushing against your own, “That’s my girl; Keep quiet, and next time we’re alone I’ll have you making every little sound I’ve been dying to hear.”

“Y-You think we’re going again?”

“If you don’t come knocking eventually, you can expect me to be coming for you,” Despite the cockiness, Spike’s words are clipped, like he’s trying to hide the pleasure you know he’s feeling. There’s no attempt at that on your part, not while you’re one good thrust away from losing your mind. 

And he gives it to you, hard and deep, like he’s been reading every incoherent thought that’s traveled through your mind since you walked through that door. Before your ruined moan leaves your lips, Spike’s dragged you into a kiss that lets him take that sound as his own, muffling you with an embrace that’s clumsy and overwhelming, as your synapses fire too fast to keep track of. 

You’re sure you’d have screamed if Spike let you. But as your voice grows too much for him to simply stifle, his hand tightens just so. That’s enough to keep you rocking silently against him to drag out your end, and for him to lose his pace with his own release inside you. Spike’s voice is pleasing on most days, but the sound of him groaning against your mouth is just short of druglike. It could be addictive, if you’re not careful.

The only thought in your mind, as you slump in his hold and let him take you as he needs, is that you don’t want to be careful. You want to be reckless with Spike, once in a while. Maybe this is what you’ve needed.

It’s not the worst thing, being spooned by Spike Spiegel of all people, in his bed, surrounded by his sheets, cocooned from the rest of the galaxy. There isn’t day or night, but the chronometer says it’s still well into the sleeping hours. You can enjoy this for a little longer, as long as this recklessness can be kept at a manageable level.

Spike’s not sleeping yet - it hasn’t been that long, but you can simply tell by the pacing of his breaths against the back of your neck. That, and the slow drags of his fingertips against the swell of your thigh. You never would’ve pinned Spike Spiegel to be the kind of guy to cuddle after a roll in the sack, but here you are being subtly doted on. 

Manageable recklessness, you remind yourself.

“You sleepin’ yet?”

“No, but I’m well on my way. Just… enjoying this for a moment.”

“What, this?” Spike presses his fingertips into your skin, just to indicate what he’s asking about before resuming the slow movements once more, “Makes sense. Not like I’ve ever seen you spending time with anyone since you joined up.”

“If I did, it’s not like I was flaunting it around for your viewing pleasure,” You’re a bit too defensive when you answer, but Spike doesn’t seem to mind. He simply nudges his head forward until he can press his lips to the base of your neck.

His lips are just as light as his fingertips against your skin, “It’s probably been longer for me than it has been for you, let’s just say that.”

“For what? The sex, or the canoodling?”

“Canoodling? What are you, eighty years old?” Spike’s quiet huff of laughter breezes across your skin, pulling goosebumps in its wake, “...But yes. To both. Here’s to hoping it’s not gonna be so long this time, huh?”

You don’t have a verbal answer for him, but you worm one of your hands beneath the pillow where he has his free one buried, and twist your fingers together with his own. It’s a good enough response, one that isn’t going to incriminate you if things get too deep here. Spike squeezes back, mumbling just on the edge of sleep, “Won’t hold you to anything. Just figured we could be lonely together, is all.”

Lonely together. What an assumption - that you’re lonely, that is. Though, you supposed everyone on this ship has to be a little adrift in the universe, otherwise it wouldn’t be the odd safe port that it seems to be. 

#spike #spike spiegel #cowboy bebop #spike spiegel x reader #female reader #mdni #minors dni #mind the a/n for content tags #one shot

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Rekindle

Request: Hi, how are you?? Can I please request a Spike Spiegel x Female reader? Maybe where they were childhood friends and reunited, so now she’s living with him and the crew. And where he just starts to tease her and flirt with her since she has grown up a lot, and she’s prettier. This makes the reader really flustered and embarrassed. Of course you can add or change whatever you’d like. Thank you if you do right this!" From: @snowflakeanimelover

I'm fan-fucking-tastic now! My heart rate literally increased when I saw your ask lmao. Here you go!! I decided to do the 1998 version of Cowboy Bebop for this!

Warning(s): Swearing, smoking, child-like violence, teasing, slight angst?

Word Count: 1,581

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A Damn Tease

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"Spike! C'mon, give it back!" You whined while chasing the dark haired cowboy around The Bebop. "I thought you weren't a child anymore!" You yell at him, this time it was angry. 

"Bold assumption." Spike cackled while evading your attempts at catching him. "Last time we saw each other, we were kids!"

Spike had snatched your notebook while you were writing in it and was now running around with it in his hands. Your fears were of him reading your thoughts in the form of graphite on paper. The chase continued.

"Spike!" You continue yelling at him. "Don't-! Spike-!"

You notice his slowing and reading of the book. You attempted to reach over to the book, only for Spike to turn away from you. "Ooh! Is that what you think of Faye?" He teased while also stopping in his tracks. "And Jet?!" He laughed.

You stammer while continuing your futile attempts at recollecting your journal. "S-Spike! Stop!" You groan while smacking his backside.

"I bet you've written about me, too!" Spike's voice was higher and more taunting. You could hear his shit eating grin. 

The pages turning evoked something in you. You suddenly found yourself climbing Spike's back and snatching your book back. You jump off of him and run off while cackling. "You won't be finding out!" You shout, hearing Spike's footsteps following.

"That hurt!" He yelled back, groaning slightly. You had wiped his smile off, or at least dialed it down to a smirk while he chased.

"You deserved it!" You admit, turning a corner and then another in hopes of losing Spike. 

You turned another corner and then stopped and waited to hear Spike's steps go the wrong way. The steps echoed in the newly acquired silence as they moved away from you. You chuckle silently and move yourself back down the hall where you had just come from. Unbeknownst to you and quite unwise of you, you failed to realize Spike's sneaking about and ambushing you.

Spike appeared from thin air and quite viciously flicked your forehead. "And you deserve this." He smirked while you rubbed the spot he attacked.

"Ow!" You complain, making sure to hold your notebook close to you. "That's not fair, I was getting back at you. You can't get back at me!" You argue while moving your hand to point at Spike.

Spike sputtered and laughed, taking a step away from you. "You're cute when you're mad." He muttered, just loud enough for you to hear.

You feel yourself retract as the heat builds up in your face. With your brows furrowed, you pout. "If you think that, imagine what I wrote down in here about you." You taunt, shaking your book at Spike.

"So you did write about me!" Spike pointed at you, accusingly.

"Did I?" You turn your body while keeping your head facing Spike. You plaster an innocent face, further taunting the cowboy. "If I didn't then, maybe I will now!"

Taking that as a threat and a promise, Spike shook his head and began walking off as though you two hadn't just played tag like children. With no further comments, you 'humph' proudly and go the opposite way.

"You two are adorable-!" Faye's voice startled you as you yelped and hopped backward. "-sorry! I have never seen Spike that.. Energetic."

"Faye!" You say harshly through gritted teeth. Though you weren't mad, you were embarrassed. "For the last time, me and Spike are j-!"

"-Just friends, sure!" Faye interrupted while chuckling. "I'm pretty sure he's falling for you, though."

You open your mouth to argue again, but stop and close it right back up. You sigh and look to the side. "You think so? Like, really you're sure?"

Faye nods with a confident grin. She takes two steps towards you while chuckling. "Trust me; I'm an expert!" She gets close enough to pat you on the back.

"Are you, though?" You question with a reasonable amount of doubt laced in every word. "As far as I'm aware, no one here has really had a really solid relationship-."

"Hush now." Faye quickly interrupted you, pressing her finger to your lips. "We have got to whore you up."

"We got to-? What!?" You back away from her. "No!" You point at her with your book-occupied hand. "I'm fine just the way I am now! What if I just asked Spike?"

"Don't start trying to get any ideas, they'll all be dumb." Faye waved off your disagreement, walking back towards you to start pushing you to her room. "You don't ask a guy if he likes you! They'll always say "no" even if they do." Faye reasons.

You keep your distance from her. "Well, I think I've known Spike longer! I think he'd tell me." You reason to yourself rather than to Faye.

"Honey, please, just-!" Faye tried, and failed. You turned and began running off to where Spike had been walking himself to.

"Spike!" You yell out. "Spike, I have a question!" You continue hollering, leaving Faye with her disappointed self.

"Stop yelling!" Spike yelled back out at you from the couch. "I don't remember you being this loud, [Y/N]."

You rush over to his laying form on the couch. "Spike, this is going to sound weird but Faye got into my head." You nod while pointing at your temple. "Do you like me, Spike?"

Spike's eyes widened. He coughed, almost swallowing the cigarette he was puffing. "WH-?" He couldn't get a word out before coughing.

"And I don't mean like a friend, Spike! Or a best friend, or a childhood friend! Not even like a sister!" You continue, ignoring Spike's heavy coughing and trying to stop you. He had risen to sitting. "I mean if you like me as though you loved me! Like… like you did with.." You drag on, not finishing your sentence.

Spike had finally stopped coughing and calmed his emotions. With an almost emotionless face he nodded slightly. "Pretty much… yeah." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Since we were kids, actually."

You yourself almost start choking. Except your coughing would have been on air rather than a cigarette. You fidget with your book in your hands. You look between it and Spike. "Here.." You say quietly, holding out the book to Spike. "It's the 15th page."

Spike hesitantly accepted your journal. He opened it up and turned to the named page. "The date is before we picked you up." He mentioned, thinking of it as a mistake.

You nod. "Yeah. I started writing a few years back." You explain while you watch Spike's eyes scan the page, reading the words while also listening to you. "But even before that, I would think about you. I'm not sure if I ever told you how much I missed you, Spike."

Spike looked up at you. "... But?" He was waiting. For him, there was always bad news after the soft heart-to-heart.

".. But, I don't think I'm ready for a relationship yet." You explain with a chuckle. "After everything in Grant and Thebes. Even Callisto-- I'm not ready."

Spike slowly shut your journal and handed it back to you. You take it back but look at Spike with desperate eyes. He nodded, removing his cigarette and putting it out on the table.

"Well." He finally spoke, a soft grin on his face. "When you're ready, I'll still be here." He stood up and shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'll wait for you. For as long as it takes."

You smile, tears threatening to break the barrier and roll down your face. "Thank you. I knew.. I knew you'd understand." Much to your shock, Spike reached over and pulled you into a hug. Usually you had to initiate those. "I'll try to hurry. I don't want you waiting too long." You hug back.

"Take the time you need." Spike whispered, only letting you hear his words. "I trust you. I love you."

You squeezed harder, letting only a tear through. It streamed down your face for only a few moments before it reached Spike's jacket, where it was soaked. "I love you too, Spike."

The silence was bliss. It wasn't the relieving silence you get after a loud annoying party. It was the silence that filled the air at the park when you went with someone you really cared about. Two people sitting on the bench, relaxed, leaned back, taking in the fresh sweet air caused by the cherry blossoms. The only downside was the fact that the good times were always the shortest.

You and Spike soon detached from one another. With only a moment of eye contact, you smile. "Wanna watch something?" You ask with a playful tone.

Spike chuckled while nodding. "Why not?" He plopped back down onto the couch, watching you crawl over him to sit beside him.

You grab the remote and begin surfing the channels. "Hopefully something good is on!" You complain subtly.

You go through a channel, saying only a few words. These few words, though, opted Spike to stop you. "Wait wait wait! Go back!"

You listen and go back to the channel.

"-a renoundly low amount here! Next up, we have this sweet lookin' lady!" The man spoke with hints of static in his voice.

A picture began to show. "But don't be fooled! She's armed and dangerous!" The co-host, a lady, continued the explanation.

Both you and Spike were jaw-dropped. The picture and lady they were referring to was of you.

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A/N: [Sorry if this seems off! This is the first time I write for Spike. I tried to keep it so I could write it. I have hard times writing characters romantically, which is why Spike is marked as a Platonic ship. Maybe in the future I can continue this and it can evolve as I do. Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoyed it!]

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spike spiegel x female reader this spike spiegel x female reader that when are you people going to make him gay huh.

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Free! 

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Soul Eater

Yuri on Ice

Tokyo Ghoul (on hiatus)

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My Hero Academia:

→REACTIONS:

♔☼ MHA boys’ reaction to you asking them to open their drink

→SCENARIOS:

↳ Katsuki Bakugou:

♀☾ Earwig ft. Todoroki // pt. 2

♔☼ Voice Sweet as Caramel

♔☾ꐠ☼ smoky ink

♀☾ Nightmare in Orange

♀☾ Late Night Workout (ft. Kiri)

↳ Shoto Todoroki:

♀☾ Earwig ft. Bakugo // pt.2

♔☾☼ Tardy

♀☆☼ The Selection

↳ Eijirou Kirishima:

♀☾ Late Night Workout (ft. Bakugou)

↳ Deku:

♀☆☼☾ Classic Switcheroo (ft.Villain!Deku)

↳ Hitoshi Shinso:

♔☼ Can We Kiss Now?

↳ Neito Monoma:

♔☼ To Love a Jerk

→HEADCANONS:

↳ Katsuki Bakugou:

♔☼ No Lying

♔☆☼ To Save a Dog’s Life

♔☼ Having a sweet soulmate

↳ Shoto Todoroki:

♔☆☼ To Save a Dog’s Life

♔☼ Having a sweet soulmate

♔☼ Todoroki’s s/o who has psychic powers

↳ Eijirou Kirishima:

♔☆☼ To Save a Dog’s Life

♔☼ Having a sweet soulmate

↳ Izuku Midoriya (Deku):

♔☆☼ To Save a Dog’s Life

♔☼ Having a sweet soulmate

↳ Dabi:

♔☼ Appearance Manipulation quirk used on Dabi

→TEXTS:

♔☼ Asking Bakugou, Todoroki, Kiri, and Denki when they knew they loved you

♔☼ Texting Bakugou, Todoroki, Kiri, and Denki that you don’t feel well

Cowboy Bebop:

→REACTIONS:

♔☾☼ spike and jet’s reaction to you being a virgin

→HEADCANONS:

↳ Spike Spiegel:

♔☼ soft pre-relationship hcs

♔☼ domestic hcs + extra

♔☼ Spike x medic!reader

♀☆☼ spike gets you preggers

♀☼ how he treats you while you’re preggers

♔☼ Spike x curly haired s/o

✧♔☼ handholding hcs

↳ Jet Black:

♔☼ Jet x civilian!reader

♔☾ A-Z nsft alphabet

✧♔☼ handholding hcs

→DRABBLES:

↳ Spike Spiegel:

♀☼ dancing with the girls

Bungo Stray Dogs: 

→SCENARIOS:

↳ Osamu Dazai:

☼ Right Out of a Fairyjail

☆ϟ You Take My Breath Away

→HEADCANONS:

↳ Osamu Dazai: 

♔☼ Dazai’s birthday

♔☼ how Dazai cuddles

Haikyuu!!:

→SCENARIOS:

↳ Keishin Ukai:

♀☼ bet you won’t do it

→HEADCANONS:

↳ Hajime Iwaizumi:

♀☼☾ Boyfriend!Iwaizumi

↳ Kenma Kozume:

♔☼ Pining for You

→TEXTS:

↳ Oikawa Tooru:

♔☼ Daily Texts w/ boyfriend!Oikawa

Jujutsu Kaisen:

→SCENARIOS:

↳ Satoru Gojo:

♔☼☾ jape

→Drabble:

↳ Ryomen Sukuna:

♀☾ Alpha!Sukuna

 ↳ Kento Nanami:

♔☼ Lipstick

→HEADCANONS:

↳ All:

♔☆ Exes Confront Each Other

↳ Yuji Itadori:

ꐠ  TikTok Famous Yuji Itadori/Ryomen Sukuna

↳ Ryomen Sukuna:

ꐠ  TikTok Famous Yuji Itadori/Ryomen Sukuna

Ouran High School Host Club:

→SCENARIOS:

↳ All:

♀☼ Be Our Valentine?

→HEADCANONS:

↳ Hikaru Hitachiin:

♔☼☆ Firsts with Hikaru

♀☼☆☾ “Mr. Coffee-Shop-Hotshot”

↳ Kaoru Hitachiin:

♔☼ Firsts with Kaoru

↳ Kyoya Ootori:

♀☼☾ Firsts with Kyoya

Attack on Titan:

→SCENARIOS:

↳ Levi Ackerman:

♀☼ Insomnia 

♀☼ Ailment 

↳ Armin Arlert:

♔?☼ Not So Secret 

→HEADCANONS:

 ↳ Levi Ackerman:

♔☼ Virgin!Levi’s first time w/ his s/o

Black Butler:

→SCENARIOS:

↳ Sebastian Michaelis:

♔☼☾ The Accident 

♀☼☾ Gravid 

↳ Ciel Phantomhive:

♀☼☾ The Act |High School au| 

Free!:

→SCENARIOS:

↳ Haru/Haruka Nanase:

♀☼ TOTM 

↳ Rin Matsuoka:

♀☼☾ The Perfect Fit 

♀☼☾ Reunion

Death Note:

→SCENARIOS:

↳ L/Ryuzaki Rue:

♀☼ Sweet Introduction 

Soul Eater:

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↳ Soul Eater Evans:

♀☼ Bet On It 

Yuri on Ice:

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↳ Victor Nikiforov x Yuuri Katsuki:

☼☾ Loving Reasons

Tokyo Ghoul:

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↳ Kaneki Ken:

♔☼☾ Shiro!Kaneki Ken Aftercare Headcanons

Naruto:

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↳ Naruto Uzumaki:

♀☼ Midnight Munchies

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[snowflakeanimelover]

hey! idk if u are still writing for spike, but if you are, could I request a fluff piece with spike x female reader in which either he or she are sick with a cold and one of them takes care of the other? i have a cold and i love your writing so maybe this will help the healing process lol! take care and stay healthy ✨🌸

I'm sorry this is late! I hope you feel better :) I do still write for Spike, so do not worry! I love spike.

Relationship: Spike Spiegel x Female Reader

Fandom: Cowboy Bebop

Warnings: Getting sick, Fluff :)

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The time to show the crew how good of a partner I can be is the time that I get sick. I was coughing here and there for a couple days, not even thinking it could be a cold coming up, and went on an almost highly dangerous job. Not to mention Spike was my partner for the mission.

Just catching the bounty at a dead end, with Spike slowly catching up, I ended up falling face first into the muddy ground. Yes, I fainted. When I woke up a few hours later, I found myself in my room with a cold rag on my forehead. That’s when I knew I had the cold.

I was so sick, I could barely even move. Faye had to carry me to the bathroom when I had to go, and I felt so bad for her.

“Don’t worry about it. You took care of me while I was sick.” She reassured me. It was true. When Faye Valentine was sick, I was the only one, besides Jet, who took care of her until she got better. Now, I just felt guilty seeing her carry me to the restroom and help me eat. It was just a cold, but it was a bad cold.

For the first couple of days, I noticed everyone, but Spike, had come to visit me in my room. When I asked Jet about it, his smile immediately turned into a frown. Guilt was clear in his gaze.

“Spike, uh…He’s upset.” Jet finally told me after I begged him to be honest.

Not only did I already have guilt from Faye helping me so much, but even more guilt was piling up after hearing Jet’s words. Spike was angry because I let the bounty get away. And there's nothing for frustrating to Spike than a bounty getting away when they were just under our clutches. That night, I cried. I cried myself to sleep, giving me a headache in the morning. A headache piled on top of the sickness really pushed my luck.

Surprisingly, after that day, Spike was standing in my bedroom doorway.

“Spike?” I hesitantly call.

“Damn, you really are sick.” He says bluntly, stepping into the room.

“What…what are you doing here?” I ask. He was upset with me, wasn’t he?

“What do you mean? I came to see if you were okay. Haven’t seen you in a while.” He sat at the edge of my bed, pulling out a cigarette, like usual.

I was shocked. No words coming out as I stare at his relaxed form. “Aren’t you…mad at me?”

His eyes widened, whipping his head towards me. “Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you?”

Now it was my turn to have wide eyes. “Huh? But…Jet said you were upset.”

He looked away in thought, taking a drag out of the cigarette and blowing out the smoke. “I wasn’t upset at you. I was upset at myself.” I opened my mouth to answer, but he didn’t let me say a word. “I was upset at myself for letting you go on the mission when you were sick. You know how worried I was? Seeing you on the ground like that. I thought the guy killed you or something, but you were breathing and had a high temperature.”

It made more sense now. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he really was upset because the bounty escaped. Seeing him so worried over me was like a dream come true. Although we were good friends, it never occurred to me that Spike would ever love again after his first love. Not that he actually loves me. It could just be a friend worried over a friend.

But that look on his face as he stared at me, I couldn’t help but blush. I look away, blubbering out nonsense as I try to figure out what to say. “R-right...I’m sorry for making you worry… I thought you were upset at me for letting the bounty escape.”

He scoffs. “I could care less about that bounty.” I flinch at the cold sensation suddenly being placed on my forehead. He was leaned over, the back of his hand against my forehead. “Are you okay? Your fever is going up.”

“I-I’m fine!” I stutter, removing his hand to calm my burning cheeks. “R-really…thank you for not being mad at me…or something… You can go now!”

He chuckles. “I’ll go ask Jet to make you some soup.” And he was gone.

I should’ve grabbed his arm, or something, to keep him by my side. I felt my forehead, where his hand was just seconds ago. The cold sensation felt good against my burning fever. “Maybe I’ll ask him to do it again when he comes back.” I mumble under my breath.

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And if Spike get Reader crying and distressed, and the only thing that would help would be a tight hug,

But Reader would prefer to die than to ask for something for Bepop's staff,

And much less for Spike but Reader tries to hide so he does not find you frank, inferior or too sentimental.

Sorry, I just do not really cool today, you know that day that the best is you staying in bed, so it's me, but thank you and I hope you're fine.💙💙

Thank you for your patience! I hope you enjoy.

There are many things to a man. Some good, some bad. At first, (Y/N) could see many good things about Spike Spiegel. He was kind and took care of her. Especially when she was sick.

But there are times when he likes to make stupid decisions. This includes him disappearing for a couple of days when he had major thoughts taking over his mind. Or deciding to go into dangerous missions when he knows he probably won't come back alive.

That's when a fight broke out between them. (Y/N) told him all that she felt. Telling him how worried she gets about him. That she is there for him to talk to instead of him leaving for days for her to be so worried.

Spike didn't listen. It was surprising, even for himself, of how loud his voice had gotten. He yelled back for her to leave him alone. Saying it was none of her business.

(Y/N) blinked, not knowing what to say. She could feel hot tears rolling down her cheeks. And when Spike saw those tears, he instantly regretted what he did.

"(Y/N), wait." He calls after her retreating form.

"No! You're right, it's none of my business!" She yells as she tries to get to her room.

"I didn't mean that." He says, following her.

"Just leave me alone!"

She closes her bedroom door in his face, but he opens it to get inside. "Just...I'm sorry. Please, (Y/N)..."

"Go away! I'd rather die than get some comfort from the likes of you!"

The words didn't hurt him as much. He expected that from her. But he wanted to still try. What he said was from anger and he really didn't mean it. So, he wraps her in his arms, hugging her tightly. She yelled at him, and tried to get away, but he wouldn't let her.

A few minutes later, (Y/N) has finally stopped struggling to get away. Instead, she cries on his shoulder, hugging him back.

"I'm sorry." He finally says.

"I-I'm sorry, too..." She cries.

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[snowflakeanimelover]

And if Spike paid Reader Fem sung after he returns from a mission and enters the bepop and hears his voice, and she says that singing reminds her of the family she lost. Thank you for every picture you did.☺☺😍😍😍🎶🎶🎵🎵🎼🎙🎙🎤

Hey there! Love this one! Hope you like it. Happy Thanksgiving!

“Hey.” Spike walks up to me in the middle of my gun cleaning. At least once a week I clean my guns, and I was surprised to see him actually walk up to me.

I joined the Bebop crew just a couple months ago. I always wondered why spike had a mean intent towards the women. That includes me.

Of course, I didn’t expect Spike to warm up to me anytime soon, so I let him be. Jet told me he always had a problem with women, children, and pets, so don’t take it personally.

I set my gun down, hoping to be good friends with the man. He seemed like a good person, on the inside that is. “Yes, Spike?”

“I’m going out on a mission. As soon as I get back, sing for me.” He was so blunt, I wanted to smack him for it.

I sing once in a while, but never in front of people. Did he hear me sing in my bunk?

“No way!” I blurt out.

“What if I paid you for it?”

I started to think. If it had to do with money, of course I’d choose money first. “How much?”

“Half of my winnings for this mission.” He smirks.

“And how much is that?”

“Two million Woolongs.”

I nod, agreeing to his deal. As soon as he got back, I’d sing for him for half of two million Woolongs.

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He came back a lot sooner than I thought he would. I made sure no one was around when Spike got comfortable on the yellow couch. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t get nervous towards the middle of my singing.

My soft voice echoes through the ship. My song didn’t last that long, but when I finished, Spike asked an interesting question.

“Why do I sing?” I repeat his question.

He nods. “Yeah.”

“Singing reminds me of the people I lost…” I say in the silence. Smoke burning my nose from Spikes cigarette.

“The people you’ve lost, huh…?” He seemed relaxed. At peace. “Thanks for the song. I needed it.”

“Alright, so where’s my pay?”

“Pay?”

“Yeah, you said you’d pay me to sing. I sang you a song, now give me the money.” I stand up, suspicious of him.

“Oh….right.” He relaxes his head on the couch. “Well, I didn’t catch the guy after all.” He smiles.

That smile is quickly put away when he sees me point my gun at him.

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Into The Stars (Cowboy Bebop x Female Reader) Part 5

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I’ve had that home ever since I moved to Mars. Seeing it being destroyed right in front of my eyes broke my heart. Years of heartache, love, and passion in that home. Years with my son in that home. 

I was lucky to run in and grab the only thing left of my son. When I sat on the cold metal ground, staring at the picture, another cold sensation was placed onto my arm. 

Earlier, Spike told me to stay there and left again. I turn to find a Corgi staring at me. Its nose poked my arm to get my attention. Thanks to the dog, I was back in my right mind. It was like a rope snapping. My senses coming back, my sorrow leaving me at once. 

Then I started to feel my body floating. I look down, finding myself still touching the metal ground. 

I was on a ship, wasn’t I?

I quickly get up, running to where Spike has gone off to. The hallway, going straight, opens up to some kind of living room. A yellow couch and chair with a metal table between them. I see a woman, a kid, and Spike lounging around the room. Spike was standing, his back facing me. 

“What the hell is happening?! Is the ship moving?!” I yell at him, ignoring the woman and the kid. My mind was on home, at the moment.

He turns, his smile faltering as he sees me. “Oh...(Y/N). We had to get moving right away.” He sets his hands on my shoulders in comfort. “Are you okay? You were out of it for a while.”

“What?” My blood boiled, and I pushed his hands away. “What are you doing? This is practically kidnapping! I need to go back home! Talk to Amethyst...and...and…” I was hyperventilating at this point. 

And at the looks of it, Spike was freaking out at my panicking. His arms were going all over the place, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, my face was pushed up against his chest, his arms wrapping around me.

I gasp in shock, my thoughts now on the surprising hug Spike was giving me. As much as it was warm and comforting, I couldn’t think about that now. I try to push him away, punching him as much as I could to get him off of me so he can listen. 

“Spike…! Let me go! I have to get home...Amethyst…!”

He doesn’t respond, nor does he let go. He rubs soothing circles on my back, calming me down. I was able to breathe again, hugging him back as the tears flowed again. We were like this for a while. Spike hugged me tightly, shushing me lightly in comfort. But within time, I could slowly feel his arms getting tighter and tighter. As soon as I noticed it, black took over my vision, my mind falling asleep with both the pressure and the fatigue from crying so much.

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(Y/N)’s body goes limp in his arms, he quickly releases his hold so he wouldn’t actually kill her. His eyes meet a surprised woman, the kid also looking at him.

“Well, that was harsh.” The woman announces, lighting a cigarette. 

“Yeah! What was that for?! She seemed nice!” The kid jumps in, the dog growling at him as well.

“It was that, or let her keep fussing and breaking the place down to get back home.” He gently picks up (Y/N), his arms under her knees and back. He starts walking up the stairs, glancing at the woman on his way. “Faye, follow me.” He sounded so serious, she couldn’t really fight him on it. 

She gets up slowly, following him as he walks past all of their bunks. “Who is she, anyway?”

He doesn’t respond, receiving a huff from the woman. He enters an empty bunk, setting (Y/N) down onto the bed and covering her with the blanket. “She shouldn’t be sleeping for much longer. Watch her, will yah? Send her to me when she does wake up.” With that, he closes the door behind him, leaving Faye with the sleeping girl in the dark room.

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“Mind telling me who that girl is?” The older man grumbles, annoyed that he wasn’t able to get a bounty since landing on Mars.

“Just someone who’ll help me with my problems, Jet” Spike answers curtly, lighting a cigarette.

“With your problems? You Sure you didn’t kidnap her? We’ll get arrested for that, and I can’t be going to jail.” Jet gives his partner a serious look.

Spike chuckles, smoke rising up from his mouth and dissipating. “No. She said she’d help me. Anyways, her home was destroyed just before getting here.” He looks out at the stars in thought. “She’s in danger, and it’s my fault she's involved.” 

Jet could see the kindness in his partner's eyes. And never has he seen that for a woman. If anything, Spike hates women with an attitude. For what he has heard so far, that woman had some attitude. Jet decides to leave it alone for now. Later, the woman and Spike will explain themselves.

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Waking up in a dark room wasn’t something I was expecting. Granted, there was a small light and a woman sitting in a chair, reading a magazine. My eyes had a hard time opening. It felt like a long time since I've slept so well. 

I turned to look at the woman once my eyes would stay open. She was beautiful. From what I could see with the small light, she had dark purple hair, her green eyes shimmered in the light. Is she Spike's girlfriend…? I wouldn’t be surprised if she was.

Her eyes lock with mine soon enough. She didn’t smile, though. “Look who's awake. Spike wants to see you.” She says, putting the magazine away as she gets up from the chair. I sat there for a bit, trying to process what was happening. The woman clears her throat, making me get up and follow her. Back in that living room again, we spot Spike sitting on the yellow couch. His arms spread across the top in a comfortable manner.

“Brought her for yah. Now explain.” She snaps at him.

Spike looks up, smiling at me. “Hey, there, (Y/N). How are you holding up?”

I stare at him, a frown forming on my lips. And I remembered everything that happened. “What…the...hell?! Why did you do that?!” 

He quickly raises his hands in surrender. “You were rampaging! I had to do something.”

“Rampaging my ass! Why wouldn’t I be mad about getting kidnapped?!” I throw the closest thing at him. Turns out it was a cup, and it missed him. Bouncing off of the couch right next to his head. 

He didn’t flinch, but he did stand up. He grabs my wrist, leading me into the hallway where I remember coming through when entering the ship. I could hear the woman yelling frustratingly at us for not answering her questions.

‘What now?” I snap.

“What happened to your home...it was because of me.”

“What?”

“The Syndicate. They destroyed it because they saw you with me.” He didn’t look very happy about that.

But it finally clicked. “So… you brought me here… because you’re worried that they’ll hurt me…?”

He frowns. “Is it that surprising?”

I laugh. “Coming from you? Yeah, It is.”

He rolls his eyes. “Look, we have to keep what happened quiet.” He says.

I went to say something, but a certain tug on my arm distracted me. I look down, finding his hand still grasping my wrist. My cheeks get slightly warm, but I remember the situation at hand. I shake my wrist out of his grasp. “Oh, right. Because you don’t trust your crew.” 

“You know that’s not it.” I didn’t respond, letting him continue. “Just stay quiet about it, will yah?”

I take time to think about it. Him bringing me here practically saved me. If anything, I owe him a favor. I let out a long sigh. “Fine. But this means that we’re even.”

He questions my words as I turn around to go back into the living room. The woman, who so obediently waited back in the room, perks up at our appearance. 

“Care to answer my questions now?” She asks.

“I think we should introduce ourselves first for the young lady.” An older man walks into the room. He was a lot bigger and taller than Spike. The top of his head was bald, the bottom having hair. He had a metal arm, too. “I’m Jet Black. And this young lady here is Faye Valentine.”

“I can introduce my self, you know.” She snaps.

“That is Ed and Ein.” Jet ignores her comment, pointing to the kid and dog who appeared out of nowhere.

I nod. “Nice to meet you.”

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Into The Stars(Cowboy Bebop x Female Reader) Part 4

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It turned out to be better than I thought. Amethyst didn’t end up being mad at me for Spike Spiegel not accepting my helping offer. She was sad, of course, but left it alone either way. You can’t force anybody to do something, right? Well, that's wrong in many ways, but I'll just leave it at that.

A couple days have passed since I last saw Spike. Genuinely, I was worried about the guy. He may be older than me, but I still worry about the people around me. Sometimes I’d wait in the café, hoping I'd see him. But he never came. I’d walk around town, hoping I'd see him with his crew or walking about. Didn’t see him then, either. 

I decided to give up. And today was a day I never wanted to remember. It’s that one day I plan to forget, but end up remembering once every year. After doing some work from home, it was time for me to head out and do what I usually do on a day like this. I sit at a bar, and drink.

I open the door to the usual bar I hang out at on this special day. The same old bartender that always holds pity in his eyes. He’s not particularly old, but he’s getting there. Those eyes hold that same pity once again as he watches me sit on the stool right across from him. 

“It’s that time of year, huh.” He says matter of fact. 

I nod. “The usual, please.”

A few seconds, and my whiskey with ice slides right into my hand. I don’t even hesitate, taking my first sip. “Come on, (Y/N). You can’t be doing this every year, it’s not healthy. It’s been a few years now, right?”

“Keep it. I don’t want to hear it.” I respond sharply. With those words, he shuts his mouth for the rest of the night. I take my time with the drink, slowly looking around the almost empty bar or catching glances at the tv. 

“Woah.” A low voice rings in my ears. “Never thought I’d see this.”

The day I was drinking away, and a man I really didn’t want to see at the moment was here. Especially after not seeing him for a couple of days, it really pissed me off. I glance at the green haired man, who sits on the stool right beside me.

“Didn’t think you were the drinking type.” He continues. “Something going on?” His voice sounded soft, caring even. Was he doing this just to spite me? Was this all a show just to piss me off even more?

I finally look away, taking another sip. But this time, I finished my whole drink. The bartender slides me another one. “It’s none of your business.” I snap.

I can feel him smirking at me as he sips his own drink. “Something really did happen.” He chuckles. “Was it for what I said? Oh God, have you been here every night since then?” He seemed shocked. Worried.

I scoff. “You wish. It just so happens to be a sad day.” I told him.

“A sad day, huh? I suppose everyone has those days.”

“Why are you here? Why are you even talking to me? Didn’t you say I was a… greedy, disloyal, and annoying as hell woman?” I decided to face him.

He had that innocent look again, like the day when I first met him. “Hmm? Oh… I wanted to apologize...for that. I realize you were just wanting to help me out. And I didn’t want you to get involved in my....war.” He quotes from the first time we met.

“Right. Now is not the greatest time to be making amends.” I turn away once again. It became silent between us for the rest of the night. Just drinking away our problems, bathing in the warm sensation from the drink and the jazz playing in the background.

It ended up being that time for the bar to close. I wasn’t drunk, but I was tipsy. Still stumbling off the stool and the walk to the door. I almost tripped at some point, but Spike's arm snaked around my stomach just in time to save my nose. I give him a small thank you, too embarrassed to actually look at him. I tried to sound cool all night, only to almost fall flat on my face before leaving…

He chuckles. “No problem.” 

We walked out of the bar, and I thought we were going to go our separate ways. Instead, I find Spike walking right next to me. “What are you doing? Go home.” I say.

He didn’t seem hurt by my words. Not even the words I said earlier that night. “I’m gonna make sure you get home safe.” 

“Oh, really? Gonna try to get in my pants or steal something from my home? Maybe even plan to steal from me later on.” I mumble. I clearly still didn’t believe the kindness he was showing.

Spike lit his fifth cigarette that night, laughing at my accusations. “Wow. I must’ve made you really angry.” 

“I told you, it’s just not a good day.”

��Mmm. Mind telling me what kind of day it is that’s making you so glum?” 

He kept his voice soft. It made my intoxicated body so warm, my shoulders relaxing around him. There’s hardly anyone I can relax my shoulders around, besides Amethyst, that is. 

“I’ll keep my problems to myself, thank you very much.” My body might be intoxicated, but my brain stays the same. 

“Oh, come on. You’re wanting to take my problems, so let me take yours.”

“Yeah, well...you didn’t really have a choice. I searched up everything about you.”

“Should I do the same for you, then?” We both lightly laugh.

“That’s impossible. I told you, I’m really good at researching things.”

“Yeah, and I got someone who's probably better than you.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.” I manage to crack a smile, looking up at his own smiling face.

“I’m an honest man.”

It became silent for a few more minutes, giving me time to think. “I appreciate your kind words… but my problems...are just too personal. Maybe when we know each other more.” I say kindly for once that night.

“You don’t think mine were personal?” He chuckles.

My eyes widened. “I guess… I didn’t think of that. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it. You’re the only one who knows about it, anyways.”

I face him once again with shock. “What? Not even your own crew?”

He shakes his head, taking time to think. “They aren’t the type to listen well.” He smiles, probably from a thought that came up in his mind.

“Well, you never know unless you try…” He nods, not saying anything to add on. “We made it. My home.” I look up at the tall apartment complex, searching for my window. “Thanks for walking me back. You made my sad day…less sad.”

“Glad to be of service.” He smiles kindly at me. His cigarette held hand waves at me as I walked towards the doors. 

My foot takes the first step, and everything goes into slow motion from that point onward. A loud explosion coming from above. Bright yellow and orange hues covering Spike and I, and everything else that was on the ground. On instinct, we both hunch over to cover our heads, listening to the shattering glass hitting the ground along with a few debris. I quickly look up, finding the explosion coming from my apartment that was now on fire.

“No!” I yell, running up the long steps to my home. I could hear another pair of footsteps behind me. Did Spike chase after me?

My mind was set on one thing. Only the sound of my heartbeat blaring in my ears. I was sure Spike was yelling at me to stop, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t…

I kick the door open, hot air brushing past my skin as I run through my home, finding something in particular. I couldn’t feel anything. I didn’t feel the tears rolling down my cheeks, my skin burning from the fire surrounding me, not even Spike grabbing a hold of me and tearing me away from my home.

I was so numb. Clutching the picture I managed to grab in one hand, while Spike held the other. He was taking me somewhere, running through the streets. I didn’t care where I was going. I didn’t care about anything at the moment. The picture being the only thing I’ll live for.

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“What? You brought her here?” I could hear someone speak. It sounded like an older man talking to Spike. 

We managed to get inside a building of some kind. I didn’t look at the outside, but the inside was all metal. It looked much like a ship. When we got inside, my legs gave out. Falling onto my butt, with my back against the cool metal. Spike tried to talk to me, but I couldn’t hear him. He seemed to have given up, walking to a room with other people.

I focused on the picture. Fire must’ve gotten to it as holes were on it in some places, black soot stained the corners. It was a little wrinkled from my clutch, but safe otherwise. 

“I’m so glad you’re safe…” I say aloud, looking at the six year old boy who was in the picture. He had the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. His eyes were open, the same color as mine. If anything, we looked so much alike.

A hand gently grabbing a hold of my shoulder makes me flinch. My shoulders instantly relax when I see Spike with his gentle smile. His eyes were so kind… haven’t I seen that somewhere before…?

“(Y/N)…” He looked like he was going to say something important, but his eyes traveled to the picture in my hand. “Who’s that?” He asks softly.

“My son.”

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