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keigologies · 9 months

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sick heart, sick body, s. spiegel

syn. you both got some healing to do.

gen. romance, sick fic.

warnings. canon typical spike banter.

word count. 2.1k.

note. this was posted on ao3 forever ago and i said it was cross-posted here, but i ... clearly never actually did that... until now... oops (?)

spike has known you for most of his bounty hunting career. you came on the team a year after he himself joined jet, proving yourself to be not some wayward hitchhiker they'd have to take care of on their own dime, but a genuine asset: budgeting skills like no other (which the bebop crew really needed help with, though they would object to if questioned), ways of drawing out bounty heads into false senses of security (without causing a fire fight, something spike could really learn from, according to jet), disciplined in all the ways that matter. you're a quick learner; given the time and patience, you'd been able to pick up on his fighting style and you'd learned enough about mechanical engineering to help him and jet in repairing things on the bebop and the other spaceships on board.

all that to say: you're strong and spike has never known you to be anything else. you're smart, quickwitted, a powerhouse bounty hunter with all the skills that matter. you may be a little quiet, a little meek at points, but you're strong, almost untouchable.

so it surprises him when you come down especially hard with a severe case of the flu. it sounds so... primitive, he thinks, just some stupid earth sickness that honestly can't compete with some of the (quite frankly) awesomely-titled sicknesses that have come to be since the colonization of other planets; really, he justifies to himself, venus sickness sucks, but it is a cool name.

he cringes when he hears you cough for what might seriously be the hundreth time tonight and then mentally punches himself for taking the piss out of what you're going through right now. jet had said you'd contracted it while you guys were hanging around in tijuana and spike had been off tracking bounties; it was just coughing and congestion at first, but apparently, it eventually morphed into something way more severe. you'd quarantined yourself immediately to keep them safe, which spike has respected since he got back earlier in the day, but he shares a bedroom wall with you and damn him if you think he's going to allow you to keep suffering like this without him interfering.

your next coughing fit sends him up and out of the comforting warmth of his bed. it's not like he's angry with you or anything - sure, the coughing is getting on his nerves, but he knows you can't help it and he's not that much of a heartless asshole to be mad at you for keeping him from sleeping specifically because you're ill. really, he finds himself wanting (needing, maybe) to check on you, to make sure you have everything you need so you can rest easy and recover faster.

he realized a long time ago that he'd become jaded about the world. with everything that happened in the before the bebop era, it was clear why he'd become so disillusioned and nonchalant about things. with his past, things just didn't matter as much; he still had life to live, but he'd decided to be a little more reckless about things. he didn't want to waste time worrying about things that didn't concern him, now or ever: whatever happens, happens.

your being sick isn't really any of his business because outside of him having to listen to you cough all night for as long as you're ill, it doesn't concern him in the slightest. he means, it shouldn't concern him because it really shouldn't, but there's a part of him that's... open to the idea of being concerned for you and your wellbeing, which is strange to him because he shut himself off from ideas like that decades ago, it seems like. it's not that he's incapable of it, of caring for another person, but rather that he feels it's more of a betrayal. he'd given his heart to another and he'd never truly gotten it back.

though, in the five long strides it takes him to cross from his door to your own, he thinks that maybe he had gotten it back, years ago even, and he was too afraid to admit it to himself. so many things he'd held himself back from for years, all in the name of a woman who had disappeared into the ether without so much as a trace. she was gone; dead or alive, julia was gone and she had been for a long time. it's been time for him to douse that torch for a while now.

and when he comes to this conclusion in those five strides, he thinks that you getting sick might be a blessing in disguise, at least for him, because he's realizing now that he's been taken with you for quite some time. he's not sure when it first started, this infatuation with you, but it certainly isn't recent. he supposes it doesn't matter, however, because he's realizing it now, on his way to rescue you from an earth virus that definitely had a way lamer name than other sicknesses, which is a comment he's sure you'll laugh at and agree with him about if he brings it up.

once he finally raps his knuckles on the sliding metal door leading to your bedroom, he hears the beginning syllable of "come" before it's interrupted by a ragged cough. your voice, rough and almost whispered, struggles to say "come in," but you finally manage it and he opens the door just enough to slide in, ducking under the door frame.

"you feeling alright?" he asks, closing the door behind him. "you've been hacking up a lung all night."

you do your best to laugh, but it's a sad attempt, barely there and hoarse. a piece of him wilts at the sound, sad to hear you in such a bad condition. "better than i was yesterday."

"sure doesn't sound like it," he answers, turning towards you. he withers a little more.

you look so small in your bed, under what he can only guess to be every single available blanket on the bebop. you have dark circles under your eyes, your cheeks sunken and your skin pallid in accordance. you look like you have one foot in the grave.

"jesus," spike says, crossing the small room to your bedside and sitting on the edge. "you look awful. have you been eating?"

somehow, he's able to recognize your shrug under fifteen different blankets. "we're almost out of food. didn't wanna bother jet about it or throw the budget out of sorts."

"are you being serious right now? fuck the budget. you have to eat when you're sick like this." he genuinely frowns and presses the back of his hand to your forehead and then cheeks. "and you're burning up. did you just decide to forgo medicine in the name of the budget too?"

you shrug again.

"you're the worst."

but you can tell he's joking because if he really thought that, he wouldn't be here at all. he stands and when he turns to look at you, you've got a questioning expression on your face.

"oh, don't look at me like that. i'm not just going to come in here, berate you for being stupid about being sick, and then leave. i'm going to go see if i can track down some medicine."

"it's not gonna be any of that weird shit you keep in the first aid kit, is it?" you ask, a grimace clear on your face.

"okay, first off, that weird shit is home remedies and they work just fine. second, no, i'm not stupid. that stuff isn't going to cure what you have, so don't worry your pretty little head, alright? the newt stays in the kit another day."

the last comment makes you laugh and this time, it's not as hoarse as it was a few minutes ago, which makes him smile to himself. with you being in the state you are, it's nice to hear a few seconds of your cool, clear laugh. something about it anchors him to this moment in time, reminds him that he's not as cold and as standoffish as he's always presented himself to be in this new life of his; no, he's capable of caring for people like this, of loving someone like this. he's got something good here with you and he's always had it, he's just never let himself think that it was his to actually indulge in.

"i'll see what i can find. in the meantime, start deconstructing that 'money is more important than my pressing health needs' mindset you apparently have going on, okay? i mean, really, you were worried about the budget? you know jet would agree with me here, as much as he complains about not having money. plus, shit that you can't account for happens."

"okay, okay, i get it." you accompany your words with an eye roll, but the smile is clear on your lips, which are cracked from dehydration. "can we save the lecture for when you get back? or just save it for jet altogether since i know you'll end up snitching to him about this eventually anyway?"

spike scowls, but it's obviously playful. "don't go catching an attitude with me. i'm generously playing nurse for you right now when i could very well just let you suffer here alone."

"oh, this is you playing nurse? then you really oughta work on your bedside manner, spiegel. it's atrocious."

he shakes his head and begins backing away from you, arms crossed over his chest. "keep acting like that and maybe i'll feed you that newt after all."

"yeah, yeah, yeah. i think jet's been hiding chamomile tea somewhere in the living room. make some for me, please?"

"you're real lucky i'm in the mood to be compassionate," he jokes, finally turning to open the door. "you want honey with it?"

"if we have any."

"you got it. don't fall asleep before i get back or i'm ratting you out to jet about this tea too."

he hears your hum of affirmation as he steps into the hallway and when he closes the door behind him, he allows himself to assess the whole interaction. if this had occurred at any point before now, he would have felt entirely disgusted with himself, but at present, he realizes he doesn't really mind. you've taken care of him an innumerable amount of times since joining him and jet, serving as the defacto nurse on the bebop, and this could easily be just him returning the favor, but it feels like so much more than that.

because it is. if it was anyone else, if was any other time, he wouldn't be feeling this way: soft and warm on the inside like heat without his trusty cigarette. when he'd left the syndicate and faked his death, he'd sworn off love and adoration and affection. they had been his downfall once, they would not ruin him a second time. sure, he'd come to trust jet more than he'd trusted anyone before, but he kept even him at arm's length, afraid of what might happen if he let him come too close to orbit.

and while it worked for the most part, spike has been learning (for what he assumes is quite a long time) that cutting those kinds of human connections of out of one's life isn't the way to go about healing, especially when the person one wants to love has proven time and time again that they're worthy of being trusted. there is no life without love because life without love and companionship is a sickness of the heart and he's let it fester for far too long.

so when he comes back to your room with a hot mug of chamomile tea with honey, a few pieces of hard tack he scrounged up, and some generic medicine, and he finds you asleep? he doesn't find himself all too annoyed with you like he threatened he'd be. no, instead, he feels a little bad when he has to wake you up to drink and eat and take the medicine he had to go digging through too many drawers for. and when you apologize for keeping him up with your coughing, he tells you you're the worst next door neighbor for it (a joke), but he's glad he can help you (not a joke).

and when you ask him if he'll stay for a while (just to make sure i'm not going to die in my sleep, you reason), he agrees and lays under your fifteen blankets with you until your breathing evens out and you're fast asleep, and even then, he stays just a little bit longer than he needs to, relishing in the feeling of sharing a bed with another person again.

he figures you've both got some healing to do, so you won't mind if he falls asleep with you.

#spike spiegel x reader #spike x reader #cowboy bebop x reader #.fic #.fluff #.spike

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inkpot909 · 1 year

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I loved your one shot with Spike! He was soo pure with his feelings 😭Do you have any HC’s for when Spike realizes got a crush and he’s fallen in love with them?

A/n: Thank you so much for the lovely message; I’m glad you liked the one-shot! Spike Spiegel is one of my absolute favorite characters of all time, so I was more than happy to write this request for you. I hope you enjoy!

Warning(s): Swearing.

Falling in love overall brings out the best in Spike Spiegel.

Having a special someone in his life gives him the extra kick in the ass he often needs to keep motivated. Not long after realizing his feelings, many aspects of his life become something done ‘for you.’

He works hard as a bounty hunter, earning money in order to have the ability to support the both of you and show off his successes (you’re just about the only member on the Bebop he willingly financially assists). Taking a more active role in caring for Ein was born purely from wanting to share the weight with you.

Now, don’t be mistaken, he’s still your lazy yet loveable Spike. But there’s added pride in what he does that wouldn’t be quite the same without you in the picture.

Spike does not shy away from flirting. It comes to him naturally, meaning he’ll flirt with you a good amount even before learning the extent of his feelings. He’s confident, has his fair share of romantic experiences, and is aware he’s the type to turn heads.

What mainly separates his treatment of you and his short-term relationships/hookups, is that he’s very reactionary. Spike deeply cares about you, so he’s going to take his time in studying your body language and responses to his flirts. He’s patient enough to put in the time, and persistent enough to put in the work.

He’ll adjust his actions according to your responses, especially if you’re shy and don’t favor getting teased in front of other people. His usual approach is quite forward, regardless of location or the people around. But if that makes you nervous, he’ll start off much more discrete. Discomforts such as those matter a lot to him, as what’s important to you is important to him. And ultimately, he hopes that you’ll return his interest.

Not only that, but he’s a total showoff. From smoothly beating up a group of assholes, to lying about the amount of times he wins at card games with Jet. Even if you merely blush or smile, that’s good enough incentive for him. Jet once even felt the need to inform you it’s best to take what Spike tells you about his own skills with a grain of salt.

However, humor him and play along with the joke- he thinks it’s adorable. It boosts his ego, sure, but deep down he longs to know your opinion of him. Even if it’s tongue and cheek, it warms his heart to believe that you think so highly of him.

Before long, it’ll turn into a common conversation shared only between the two of you; especially when alone. It’s one of many inside jokes he’ll be sure to form with you.

Spike is also very protective. He wouldn’t ever describe himself as possessive, but he certainly likes keeping you within arms reach.

If you’re not a bounty hunter, he’s going to want to know where you are and how you’re doing quite often. Partially, he loves being your knight in shining armor, but it goes a bit deeper than that. The thought of not being able to keep you safe from his past or present… it eats away at his brain.

But if you're a bounty hunter as well, or generally engage in a dangerous lifestyle like him, he’ll hold back just a bit. He knows you can hold your own in tough situations (undoubtedly a huge reason as to why he fell for you in the first place). He does have his moments, though, where letting you run off towards peril is done begrudgingly. It’s hypocritical of him, but he cannot stand whenever you leave the Bebop without telling him beforehand. Spike could care less if Faye or Jet know about where you rush off to; just be sure to let him know. He’ll grow sick with worry if you’re gone for days on end, and isn’t above lecturing you on your recklessness.

Initially, it will admittedly take some time for him to realize how he feels about you. Especially if you meet after Julia’s unfortunate end, he’ll be closed off from his own emotions.

Regardless of that, he’s going to need a bit of a push. The life of a bounty hunter isn’t exactly a glamorous one, and he finds it difficult to deny his own hesitance over long-term relationships.

Luckily, the step he needs to take isn’t a large one. Just a moment of clarity; a skip of his heart beat. Full understanding of the warmth that builds within his chest every time you’re together practically comes at him with a steel chair. It was on an average afternoon, after having caught a decently-sized bounty:

With his chin held up, a cheeky whistle plays on Spike’s lips. Passers by give him a variety of strange looks, turned off by the tied-up man he’s practically dragging behind him. John Pilgrim was the name; a rowdy criminal with a shiny price tag attached to his person.

He tugs at his binds, letting out an obnoxious curse towards the bounty hunter. A mother walking by gives both him and Spike a disgusted look, covering her small child’s ears. Smiling casually, Spike gives her a nod and a pleasant “Howdy.”

Turning a corner, the Bebop is sitting just yards away. Ein’s excited barks quickly reach his ears; running circles around the ship's landing site. Ed is dancing around the chipper dog, cartwheeling and mimicking Ein’s yips. Jet is tinkering with Faye’s personal ship, a large frown on his face. You’re standing beside him, holding a bright red toolbox and observing his work in silent awe.

Glancing at Ein, Jet raises a brow. Searching for the source of the dog’s glee, Jet is the first to notice Spike’s return. “Oi, Spike!” Jet calls out, immediately removing himself from Faye’s trashed ship. Ed stops cartwheeling, and your head perks up.

“Spike!” you squeak. Your hands both clasp over your heart, dropping the toolbox on top of Jet’s foot.

“Yowch! Fuck!” the older man shouts, inhaling a sharp breath. His knee bends upward, hopping on one foot as he mumbles more curses and profanities underneath his breath. Ed erupts in laughter, pointing at Jet. As always, any mocking tone in Ed’s voice is totally unintentional. “Jet Black! Jet Black! Give him some slack!”

Spike stops walking towards the Bebop, sighing. Home sweet home.

“Spike!” you call again. His eyes search for you, having lost track of you on top of the Bebop. He’s taken aback upon spotting you running towards him on ground-level. “You’re okay!” you pant, slowing to a stop in front of him before long. You clutch your stomach, having rushed yourself off the Bebop in mere seconds.

“Whoa, whoa, of course I’m alright,” he chuckled, nodding towards his annoyed captive. “Got the job all done and everything.”

“Well-...” you pause in order to take a breath, “You’d stopped responding to us. I figure that’s also why you don’t have your racer?”

He nods, “Yeah; I’m sure Jet will be happy to repair it when he’s done cleaning up Faye’s mess.”

You giggle, covering a hand over your mouth. Tilting your head to the side, you tell him earnestly, “I’m really so glad you’re safe… I was damn near ready to head out and look for you myself. Next time, tell us you’re abandoning your vehicle. Don’t get me so concerned! I worry about you, you know.”

Spike’s eyebrows rise in unison, and both his hands release any tension. Now… that’s real interesting. ‘I worry about you…’ your words echo in his mind. Briefly, he recalls past missions. You always are the first to greet him whenever he returns. A bright smile is spread on your lips regardless of whether or not the bounty was caught. Even if the others are annoyed, it never halts your expressed happiness. You’ve even engulfed him in tight hugs before, so thankful that in your joy, you’ve damn near thrown yourself at him.

‘I worry about you…’

Heat rushes to Spike’s cheeks. In slow motion, he watches you race back towards the Bebop. You’re going off about how you’re going to “tell Faye you’re back safe and sound!” but the majority of what you say flies over his head. Your arms spread wide and chin tilts upwards. Inspecting your body language, Spike swallows a gulp of spit.

Why hadn’t you hugged him this time if you were so concerned? He wouldn’t oppose it. No, he wouldn’t. In fact, his heart pounds desperately against his ribcage just imagining you taking the opportunity. Your arms wrapped around him, head buried in the crook of his neck, and the both of you sharing each others’ warmth. Even if it lasts for a moment…

Turning back to him, your smile falls. “Spike!” you exclaim, frantically tripping over your own feet as you stumble into another run.

Chuckling, Spike closes his eyes. In dramatic fashion, he opens his arms for you to rush into. He ignores his flushing cheeks, and pushing through the possibility of Jet or Ed watching him act like some romantic gush. Instead, he braces himself for impact.

Running footsteps blitz right past him, leaving his arms empty, and a tiny gust of wind fanning his face. “Huh?” Spike blurts, turning.

You’re running after John Pilgrim, wiggling away as discreetly as he can muster. He’s still bound up, but while Spike got lost in his thoughts, he’d slipped from the bounty hunter’s grasp with ease. You barely manage to keep up but with a single lunge forward, you tackle the man to the ground. He struggles against your grip, but you keep him pinned down, a feat made easier due to his restraints. “Spike!” you yell, “Why the hell did you let him go!?”

“Shit!” Spike exclaims, jerking his body forward and chasing after you.

After that day, Spike Spiegel no longer can define his feelings for you as anything other than affectionate and loving. It’s so clear to him at that point he’s nearly ashamed to have not understood before.

But being in such a state of mind allows hope to flood his heart, so he doesn’t get hung up on the fact. Instead, he immediately starts making up for lost time.

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cxncri · 1 year

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busted and blue [spike spiegel x reader]

summary: you need to stop being so mean to yourself, and spike will do whatever it takes to make you realize how important you are. cross-posted on ao3 :)

word count: 210

author’s note: this is a really short fic, but i was bored and i’m trying to get back into writing more. i hope you’re all doing well and taking care of yourselves :)

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“you’re so important to me, you know that, right?”

spike stops kissing you long enough to tell you this, holding your face in both hands. your tears have stopped by now, but your eyes still glisten and the tear tracks still run down your face.

he’s in disbelief that you would think this about yourself, that you “weren’t good enough,” that you “didn’t deserve him,” and how you were “a burden to everyone,” when it was the opposite. you’re his world, you’re everything to him.

every time he saw you cry, every time he heard you say these horrible things about yourself, it hurt him to see you like this. he would never want you to think these things were true, because they weren’t, and would never be.

“you’re the most beautiful-“

a kiss to your forehead.

“most amazing-“

a kiss to your temple.

“kindest-“

a kiss on your nose.

“smartest-“

a kiss on your neck.

“most beautiful person i know,” he finishes, kissing you on your lips. you’re too tired from crying to say much, but you whisper an “i love you” into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his chest. he holds you so tightly, so securely, because to him, he has all he needs in his arms.

#cowboy bebop #spike spiegel x reader #spike spiegel fluff #hurt/comfort #comfort #bebop fluff #i need to stop using spike spiegel as a father figure

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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kirby’s kinktober (thirty-one)

aftercare//spike spiegel (part 2)

happy halloween. i’m shadowbanned, but thank you everybody for me followed me through this crazy month.

you almost to laugh at the way spike’s eyes never leaves your form.

he stands, sculpted form still naked as he puts fresh sheets onto the bed where you’d just made love.

love. you said you loved him. him. it wasn’t a slip of the tongue. not some random “i love you” brought upon by the shaking strength of your orgasm. not some general statement that you loved the feeling of his body - his cock pulling and pushing into your wet cunt. you weren’t remembering some other man or woman while in an orgasmic haze.

you looked into his eyes and with a slow, breathy tone said “i love you, spike spiegel” until he spurted ropes of hot cum inside you.

it wracks only his mind like a war flashback despite not being from more than 5 minutes ago.

“spike?” you call in a sing songy tone. it reminds him of faye for a bit before bring him to the present.

right.

the present.

focusing on the present now. the present where your beautiful, dark body that he was just entangled in stands with his wet and heated stains still on your thighs.

“oi! spike!” he shoots up. that one reminds him of jet.

“jeez! yeah?”

“you gonna stare at me all night or get in shower before we run out of hot water?” you chide but your face softens when he follows you like a lost child.

you moan at the refreshing feeling of the hot water and your hands wash each other. you scrub his hair.

his heart is racing. this is dumb. he’s not some hormonal teenager - you’d bathed him plenty of times when he was recovering from his injuries, too weak to move his arms.

now you say you love him and the touches make his brain into mush. he sighs and pulls you into a deep kiss under the hot water without warning.

“you really meant that?” he asks huskily when you pull apart, spit still connecting you. “loving me? the cowboy who got blood all over your couch and doesn’t even have a proper job.”

“i make enough money and you’ve been through hell i don’t expect you to get a job.”

you laugh but his brown eye is serious. he really means it. suddenly, you’re the insecure teenager as he takes in every nook and cranny of your body and facial expression. you bite your lip and let out a shy, “yeah.”

“‘course i did. but you’ve been through years of physiological and emotional trauma so it’s not like i expect it back. if that’s what’s got your head all stalled, feel free to forget it.”

he pauses and gives a sullen nod before turning away. you get the feeling he won’t say it back and it puts a pain in your chest. the pain is only fleeting however as you kiss his shoulder from behind and admire the scratches you carved down his smooth back.

“i liked that little song though.” you smirk, genuine humor and affection radiating off of you again in an instant.

spike lets out a pithy chuckle, turns off the water when dries both of you off, boxers on and a fluffy towel around his neck when he picks you up in a bridal carry.

“what the - you know i can walk from a bathroom to a bed, right spike? it’s like 5 feet away.”

his serious expression gives way to that same coolheaded, slightly cocky grin you’ve come to memorize when he lays you on the bed and restarts the sweet, vinyl record again, leaning to kiss you deeply again and again and again.

“yeah, and i also know you can cook. but let me get some chicken fried rice and warm blankets for the woman I love. then when we wake up - round two? i want to hear it again.”

“hear what again?” you tease but his hand, roughed from fighting for so long turns your chin to him - eye focused on you and you alone; no dream, no nightmares, no bounty hunting or smoking, just your eyes and the faded marks he just washed.

“i love you.”

#smut #full fic #x reader #cowboy bebop x reader #cowboy bebop #x black!reader #x black reader #spike speigel #spike x reader #spike spiegel #fluff #kirby’s kinktober

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sl33paholics · 6 months

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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."

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Hello!! I hope you’re doing well. Can I request a spike x reader where spike finally takes reader to mars. Thank you

After Take Off (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 :)

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𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

He’s never seen you this happy before.

“Spike! Spike, look at that one!”

You’re pointing. Arm up high over what seems like thousands of heads and shoulders, picking out something in the sky for him to see. And something about that bright smile of yours- something about the way your whole face lights up. It reminds him again and again of all that he swears he’ll do to you. To protect you. To cherish you. To love you.

“You know…I think that’s a new balloon in the parade this year.”

Even if it means eventually taking you to Mars.

To him, it’s just an offhand remark. Something to continue the little conversation you started since he’s never been one to deny you of anything. But then your eyes go wide at his revelation, and suddenly, it’s not so simple anymore. Your mouth parts in awe, and you made a small sound of surprise before that big grin of yours takes over your face once more. It’s practically on instinct alone when he returns your smile with a half-smirk of his own as he peers at you over his sunglasses. It’s as natural as the way he’ll squeeze your hand every couple of minutes to get your attention while reminding himself that he finally got the chance to take you here. Despite all the obstacles. The problems. The close calls. The bad days and the days somehow worse than those. But that doesn’t matter now.

Because he finally got to take you to Mars.

Alba City on Halloween was an easy choice. In fact, the hardest part was just ensuring that his schedule lined up perfectly so you could have this chance. There were already so many things he could show you in the city alone. So many streets the two of you could walk down. So many little stores the two of you could poke your heads into. So many places he could take out to eat after saving like a madman for this trip. But making sure you were here to see a parade was a given. You just had to.

Even when the trip was nothing but a fever dream, just barely uttered on the nights where he’s trying to convince you to fall asleep and wake up back up to the scary world of bounty hunting with him, he knew that you had to see the parade. And that first night onwards, after he had finally spoken the promise out loud- he could imagine it. The look that would spread across your face as giants balloon pumpkins, witches, ghouls, and ghosts floated by. The laughter you would let out as the dancers danced by, trying to pull unsuspecting parade watchers into their little song and dance. The warmth you would emit as you stood there, hand and hand with him, finally experiencing a slice of normalcy under the sun.

But he doesn’t have to imagine it anymore. He just has to turn his head to the side and look down at you. He just has to open his eyes and his ears to hear and see the festivities for himself. He just has to exist- right here and right now- and commit this moment to memory. Burn it into his brain for all of the obstacles he may face in the future. The problems. The close calls. The bad days and the days somehow worse than those. But he doesn’t have to think about those right now. Because after all this time?

He finally got to take you to Mars.

“Spike.”

There’s a tug at his arm and it’s enough to rouse him awake from his wandering mind. It’s quickly followed by the sound of his voice being called from your sweet voice close to his ear. His attention snapped back to you quicker than he thought possible. All you’re doing is staring up at him once his interrupted gaze lands back on you. A small pout plays on your lips and the hand of yours that doesn’t have its fingers interlocked with his is gripping at the fabric of his suit jacket. It’s out of old habits that won’t come close to dying anytime soon does he start by scanning your body for any signs of harm or distress.

But it’s in the midst of all that when you pull him a little closer. He stumbles, just a little bit. It’s unlike him to make a move so careless, but then again- it’s all because of you, and that’s good enough of a reason as any. Still, your action is just enough to get him off balance and move ever so slightly in the direction you wanted him to. That’s when you try to turn away and step forward into the growing crowd of people that are all but suffocating you both. But his grip on you is too tight for things to happen so easily.

“Woah! Slow down…” His tone is firm when he speaks to you, tugging you back to stand next to him. It’s easy to tell from the expression on your face that you’re growing both more restless and more excited as the seconds pass by. You don’t look nervous, and he hasn’t sensed anything or heard on his radio about any potential threats in the area. You’re fine, but only for now. Alba City is still a city. And while there may be families and children out, that’s not enough to guarantee that you’re safe. For both your sake and his. “I need to you stay where I can see you, okay sweetheart?”

The nickname he has for you slips out of his lips as easily as his command for you does. But you don’t pick up on it. Instead, you stand there, eyes growing wider and wider as his words finally process for you. And they do, he can tell within seconds based on the guilty expression that covers your face. It’s a cute look for you. Too cute to go unrewarded as he leans down and places a kiss on your forehead as a silent promise that he’s not upset, just a little worried. And when he pulls back, there’s a flustered look spreading across your face that causes him to laugh like he’s never known the word trouble in his life.

“You’re fine, you’re fine. I just wanted to make sure you’re being safe for me.” He keeps his voice low and gentle when he addresses you. It’s not like you did anything wrong, really. In fact, your being overzealous is just another sign of you enjoying the trip. And he’d do anything to make you keep smiling like this, even when your day together in Alba City is over. Though now he’ll have to focus on making you smile later. Sometime later when he doesn’t see a question just itching to fall from your lips. “Did you need something?”

“Um…” You start off slow, eyes darting from his face back to where to parade was going on. It was starting to get more crowded than he realized. Even as he bends down to match your height, he can tell that there are more people than he originally thought present. But once his attention is back on you, it’s hard for him to focus on anything else. The people melt away. The voices disappear. And the sun feels like it’s shining. Shining just for you. “I couldn’t see from back here so I was wondering…”

“Yeah?” He prompts you, leaning down to speak directly in your ear when you start to trail off again to prove that his attention is completely and solely onto you. “Tell me what you want. You know today is all about you, right?”

He thinks you know it. That deep down in his heart, he’d do anything for you. Anything you want. Anything you needed. Anything for you. He’s just that smitten. And it feels like he could watch you giggle and laugh and sing along to the never-ending Halloween Parade for the rest of his life. It feels like he could spend every day, his fingers laced through yours as the two of you stand closer than close together. It feels like this is the life he always wanted for himself. For you. For both of you. A life without obstacles or problems or close calls. Without the bad days. And especially without the days somehow worse than those.

And maybe he’ll get that. Maybe the silly promise he made so long ago that he’s finally bringing to light- maybe this is the start of something new. Something great. For the both of you. Or maybe, he won’t. This is could be the beginning of the end. His last chance to smile. His last chance to just feel happy. To hold your hand. To protect you. To cherish you. To love you. But for now…for now, he likes to think that no matter what happens he’ll be satisfied. Life or death. Love or war. He’ll be fine with whatever.

Because at least in the end…

“I was wondering…I was wondering if I could get on your shoulders?”

He finally got to take you to Mars.

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whitneysgang2019 · 11 months

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You Remind Me of Her

Spike Spiegel x Fem Reader SMUT

Watched and finished Cowboy BeBop and thought it was pretty good. Which means it's time to write an angsty, smutty one shot. It's a really, REALLY long one so settle in. Things get a lil spicy in more ways than one but it's all good. Spike is a sweet, broken baby and he deserves all the love. Minor's this is NOT for you, please walk away. Enjoy my dears.

WARNING: 18+, Minors DNI, SPOILERS, TRIGGER WARNINGS: angst, heated conversations/arguments, smoking, talk of past traumas, slight gaslighting, STRONG mentions of past abuse, breakdown, angst to fluff, reconciliation, reassurance, soft foreplay, fingering, oral (m receiving), comfort sex (p in v), praise kink if you squint, all the lovey-dovey stuff, cum on body, cuddles.

It was supposed to be a quiet night, with Jet out looking for info on a bounty, Faye blowing all her money at the casino, and Ed and Ein on some wacky adventure of their own. You figured you'd have the Bebop to yourself and that Spike would tag along with another one of your comrades. But being the stubborn man he is, he stayed back, wanting some time to himself as well. For a good bit of the night, you both kept to yourselves, he took a cat nap, and you cleaned up the Bebop.

While you were cleaning the kitchen you thought you might try and spend some time with Spike rather than avoid him, seeing as it might come off as rude if you ignored him. After you finished cleaning you put on some comfy clothes in place of your work ones and made your way to the living space. You saw Spike was still lightly sleeping on the couch. You gently bumped his leg, jolting him awake from his dream. He furrowed his brows as he looked over to you.

"Was that really necessary?" he grumbled, annoyed that you woke him. You chuckled to yourself as you sat on the floor next to him, now being at eye level with him. Telling him he shouldn't sleep the entire day away in hopes to lighten his mood. That only seemed to make things worse though. He gave an exasperated sigh as he sat up and pulled a cigarette from his shirt pocket. He blatantly stated that he didn't want to be woken up and that he would've preferred to keep sleeping. You furrowed your brows,

"Well there's no need to be a jerk about it," you pulled yourself up from the floor. You looked at him and crossed your arms, wanting him to talk about what was bugging him, even though you never outright said it. He looked at you with bitter-cold eyes,

"Well maybe if you left me alone there wouldn't be an issue," he spat as he flicked his lighter and took a few puffs until the end burned a bright orange. You sighed heavily, your fingers gripped the sleeve of your shirt to keep yourself calm and collected,

"Im sorry if I bothered you, I just wanted to spend some time with you. Feels like its been a long time since the two of us spent any time together and just hung out you know ."

You two weren't super close, but close enough to where you'd hang out, talk, and occasionally hook up to pass the time. You both knew it would never lead to anything, but you stupidly developed feelings for the floofy-haired man anyways. You wanted to be the one to support him. But he never really showed interest in having a relationship with you, or anyone for that matter. The only time he showed any interest in anything was when his past was brought up, and especially when a certain someone was mentioned. It was those moments where he would either would open up or close off completely. And at that moment you could tell he was thinking about her and his past as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, clearly irritated with you.

"Yeah, and?" He didn't look at you when he asked. You felt the heat of anger and resentment rise in your cheeks, finding it hard to keep your composure.

"And I thought we could spend a little bit of time together, is that such a heinous request," you spat back at him.

"Whenever you want to 'spend time together' it usually means you wanna sleep with me, and im gonna pass on that." Your arms fell to your sides and clenched into fists. You took an audibly deep sigh,

"Believe it or not I don't always wanna sleep with you, sometimes I do just want to talk," you rebutted. He took another puff, and exhaled heavily, still not making eye contact with you,

"Heh, could've fooled me," he mumbled, the cigarette never leaving his lips as he spoke. You scoffed in disbelief and crossed your arms over your chest once again, scowling at him. Spike had always been a bit snarky, it seemed it was just in his nature, but the comment he made was pure spite.

"For the love of Christ what the hell is your problem?"

He adjusted to a position where he was slouching and one arm rested crossed on his thigh, while the other reached for his half-smoked cigarette,

"I already told you," he said before taking in another long, exasperated drag. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics,

"Don't give me that bullshit Spike, we both know that's not true," you bitterly spat.

You both were getting visibly frustrated at that point. Spike's leg began to lightly bounce up and down and your fingers tapped against your arms.

"Even if something was bothering me it's none of your goddamn business," he said finishing his cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray beside him.

"Spike, please, I just wanna-" you were cut off by Spike standing up abruptly, now fuming with anger in his eyes,

"Fine, since you wanna know so fuckin' badly I'll tell you! When I sleep, I'm never at peace with myself, if it's not one thing from my past it's another. Not that you would understand." He said sitting back down, defeated and frustrated. You sat next to him, hoping he would allow you to comfort him,

"I might understand it more than you think," you said as you reached for his hand, only for him to pull away.

"No, you don't understand. You don't understand what it's like to lose the one person who loved you for what you were, even though they knew you were inherently bad. You'll never know what it's like to have to just walk away from the life you knew and the people you loved and cared about. You'll never know what that's like, ever." Angered by his remark you rebutted,

"You have no right to say that whatsoever when you know very little of what my past was like. Not once have ever implied that kind of attitude towards your past and what you experienced. Do not say I don't understand, because, believe it or not I do know what it's like " you said getting up and preparing to leave the room.

"You're the one who just had to push. This is what you wanted to know, and you got what you asked for," he snapped as stepped in front of you, blocking your way to the exit.

"At least I'm not a hypocrite. How you always say that we should let our pasts stay in the past. But as soon as she's brought up that philosophy is out the window and is suddenly the only thing that fucking matters. But when it's one of us it shouldn't be bothered with and we should leave it alone and move on. Just because she keeps popping up in your dreams doesn't mean we get to put everything on hold to chase after you chasing after her," you said as you struggled to push him aside to make your way to the bathroom, but he remained still.

"At least I still care about the people in my past. I didn't just up and leave and abandon the people I loved because I wanted to. That's the difference between you and me, I was loyal to the ones I loved-" Before he could get another word in you slapped him, hard. Tears began to swell and threatened to fall from your eyes as he brought his hand to his face and attempted to rub the sting out of his cheek. But you would never let him see them, not like this.

"How dare you? You have no right to bring that up. Because you don't know the whole story of what happened. And I didn't abandon them, if we're going to bring up abandonment, Julia is a perfect example. She abandoned you, Spike, and if she really gave a damn about you she would've showed up that day and ran away with you. But she didn't. So, as you always say, let it go and move on," you said, pushing him as hard as you could, finally getting him to move aside. He stared at you in awe as you made your way to the door,

"She would've never abandoned me," he stated lightly as he reached for another cigarette.

"Could've fooled me," you replied harshly as you exited the room and made your way down the hall to the bathroom.

You slammed the door and locked it behind you, you took a deep breath as you made your way to the tub. You turned the knobs and let the water fill the porcelain vessel. Tears began to fall as the water ran, drowning out the sounds of your stifled cries. The feeling of guilt set in the pit of your stomach as memories began to flood your mind. Particularly the ones that were brought up in the argument.

You sank down in the steaming water, shuddering at the warmth that rushed through your body while pondering on the past. Tears continuing to stain your face as you wondered deeper into your thoughts.

You were part of a family at one point in time, to a home where a couple took in lost, orphaned, or abandoned children. During the early years of being there you never felt the need to run away on or be your own, you always felt incredibly safe and secure. You helped out around the house, did your chores, and got along well enough with your housemates. Until you got a little older, and then things began to change. Your father began acting differently toward you, more aggressive and irritable. And it only got worse after his wife passed away unexpectedly. He would start taking his aggression out on you and some of the of the other girls living in the home. It started off small, whether it was pushing you aside harshly or random flicks on the head to keep you in line. Then it progressed in to hitting, manhandling, and kicking while you were doing chores or playing with the other kids. It was to the point where it was everyday that the abuse took place. You and a few of your housemates were bruised, bloodied and beaten to the point of unconsciousness, while other housemates were used for more sinister acts. Anyone who fought back was either beaten senseless and kicked out, or never seen again. No matter what it was something would set him off and he would go into uncontrollable rages, and you had no choice but to take the beatings. You were young, defenseless, and had nowhere else to go, therefore you had no choice but to endure the constant abuse.

Until one day you found your out.

You were able to save back enough woolongs from odd jobs to get a one way trip off world, but you alone. Woolongs were hard to come by in the household and being able to build up what you had seemed like a miracle in itself. You planned to make your escape late into the night, after everyone was asleep, and taking only what you needed to survive.

When the time came you were quick and quiet about it. Woolongs and suitcase in hand, you quietly walked down the stairs and out the front door. You looked behind you saddened and guilt coursing through your entire bod. You wanted to bring them all with you and give them a better life. but unfortunately it just wasn't possible. Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to go forward. But you found the strength deep within you and walked away, never looking back after. The memories of your housemates flooded your mind as you made your way on the ship alone, blocking out all the sounds of the station. You found yourself a seat and watched as the ship began to take off, and you looked down on that planet for the last time.

You submerged yourself under the water, hoping it would help shake off the memories of that dreadful place. As much as you hated to admit it, you and Spike were similar when it came to your pasts, but you both reacted much differently from one another. You would find yourself entranced in fear and guilt, afraid that you made the wrong decision or that you didn't try hard enough to help yourself and those who you left behind. Remembering the abuse you endured, as well as being reminded of emotional and mental scars that were left for you to carry.

Reemerging from the lukewarm water for air, you couldn't handle the thoughts that were running rampant in your head. The quiet tears that had been falling now turned to violent sobs of anguish. You couldn't hold it in, after all the time that had passed, you couldn't find the strength hold it back anymore. It hurt to think about it, to think that you turned your back on them, even though you didn't have any other choice.

After you rode out your breakdown you finished your bath and pulled yourself up and out of the tub. Grabbing a towel you wrapped your body up and went to the sink to wash your face. Looking in the a mirror, a red, swollen, puffy eyed face looked back at you. Sighing heavily you splashed cold water on your face, hoping it would help with the redness and swelling.

After drying off and putting your clothes back on you looked at yourself again, still puffy and red. It seemed it was going to be a bit before it went back to normal.

Slipping quietly out of the bathroom you made your way across the ship to your room. You let yourself fall back onto the bed, hoping you'd just crash, and you that's exactly what you did.

...

Weeks passed since the argument between the two of you. Neither one saying much to the other during that time. You both tried your best to not think about what happened, ignoring the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach. You were courteous when you interacted with him, which hadn't been often. Whether it was during missions or at meal time. You could tell it was bothering him though, he wanted you to say something, anything, to be angry and upset with the way he spoke to you that night. But you felt it was best to move on from it rather than bringing it back up and continue a senseless conversation.

It had been a hard day for you, you lost a bounty and Jet had been harping on you to keep up with the rest of the gang, seeing as you'd been slipping behind lately. During those weeks you spent most of your time in your room laying in bed crying, overthinking, and sleeping, so you didn't get as much training in as you should. You didn't want to cause a fuss with your shipmates thought so you kept to yourself and tried to do your best to get through your fragile state. But Jet being the kind of man he was, he could see right through you,

"I don't know what's going on between you and Spike, but you gotta figure that shit out and get your head back in the game Y/N," he said as you were traveling back to your room after returning from the failed mission. You gave him a sadden expression,

"I know, I'm sorry Jet, I just need to get some things figured out before I talk to him is all. But don't worry about me, I'll be ok, really ," you said giving him sad eyes with a forced smile. He gave you a sympathetic expression and put his metallic hand on your shoulder giving you a pat of reassurance,

"I hope so kid, if you ever need anything I'm here for ya. Just get back to being the Y/N we know and love, ok?"

You pulled him into a quick but loving hug, fighting the urge to cry,

"Thank you Jeb, you're the best." Pulling away you gave him an appreciative smile and made your way to your room, not realizing a certain someone had overheard the interaction.

...

You spent the rest of the day in your room, cleaning up and reorganizing to keep your mind busy, but when you couldn't clean or reorganize anymore you stripped down and crawled into bed. Though it was difficult, you were finally able to drift off to sleep.

There was a loud banging on your door that caused you to jolt up from your slumber, groaning in frustration you wrapped yourself in your blanket, pulled yourself out of bed, and walked to the door. A stoic Spike was waiting on the other side when you opened up,

"Hey," you said still half asleep. You looked at him groggily, he was shirtless and in a pair of light grey sweats, but you didn't pay too much attention to his attire considering the circumstances. He grunted lightly and pushed past you into your room, almost knocking you down. Sighing deeply you closed the door behind you and followed him into your room. He sat down at the foot of you bed while you walked to the head and sat, putting some distance between you both.

"It's late Spike," you said while fiddling with the blanket that clung to your body.

"Yeah, " he replied while flicking his lighter on and off. A bit of silence passed until you spoke up, your breath getting caught in your throat while asking,

"Why are you here?"

"I wanna talk," he stated in a whisper. Spike adjusted so he was now sitting cross legged on the bed and pulled a cigarette out from his pant pocket,

"You mind?" You shook your head in response, knowing it wouldn't matter if you did. Once he lit his lighter and took a puff the room began to fill with smoke, and a stoic expression fell on his face once again.

"What did you wanna talk about," you asked while turning your face the other way as to not inhale the smoke directly. He grumbled at your question, holding back what he wanted to say. It took some time, but after a few more grumbles and mutters to himself he finally spoke,

"About that night, when we argued," your head snapped back in his direction, unsure and anxious of where the conversation was headed.

"I've been thinking a lot about what was said from both of us, but mostly what I said. And even though a lot of the things that were said were true, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the things I said and how I treated you. It wasn't right of me to do that" he said gritting the cigarette between his teeth. You frowned,

"What do you mean by that?"

"What?"

"What do you mean by a lot of things that were said were true," you pried at him as you clutched the blanket. The smoke in the room was getting heavy and you began to cough, he sighed and put the cigarette out, seeing as it was clearly bothering you.

"What I mean is that some of what you said was true, like how I always run after her when I get even the slightest hint of where she is. And that whenever anything is brought it becomes the only thing that matters. It's one of those things I can't explain," he said falling back on to the bed. Your body relaxed, you looked at him as he laid there, lost in thought and an expression of confliction. You were about to speak, but he beat you to it,

"And I feel bad about what I said to you. It wasn't fair of me to assume what happened, and throwing it back in your face was wrong. I'm sorry," he said in a soft voice. His hand ran through his hair as he shuffled. He wasn't used to being this open or soft with anyone, anyone that wasn't her. Feeling you could open up to him now in this moment, you spoke calmly,

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have pushed as much as I did. I lost my temper and said things I shouldn't have. I just wanted you to be open with me, like you were with Julia. And when I didn't get that, I lashed out at you, at that wasn't fair of me to do. I shouldn't have expected you to be as intimate with me as you were in your past. I'm really, truly sorry Spike," you said wholeheartedly as you pat his shoulder lightly. He jumped slightly in surprise but soon relaxed into your touch. He furrowed his brows as he turned his face towards you,

"You remind me of her, you know. To the point where it hurts," he said as he placed his hand in yours.

"How so?"

"It's the little things you do. The way you handle situations so calmly and treat everyone with compassion. But mostly it's the way you look at me. You have that spark in your eyes that she had, and its like seeing a ghost that continuously lingers. I know you're not her, and I don't expect you to be. And Im not sure how to manage these feelings I have, but I'm trying to be better." He sat up and turned to face you, his hand never leaving yours. His eyes finally meeting up with yours for the first time in weeks. The soft glow from the stars flowing into your room from thewindow illuminated the uniqueness of them. Captivated by his features you found yourself at a loss for words,

"Y/N, I promise that no matter what, I'll never use what happened in your past against you ever again. And I want you to know that when you're ready, I'll be more than willing to listen to all of it," he said as he softly cupped your cheek with his free hand. A few stray tears fell down your cheeks and he gently wiped them away as you spoke,

"Thank you Spike. You don't how much that means to me. And I promise to do the same for you whenever you're ready," you whispered softly to him. The glittering his eyes from the soft light shifted in something in you, what little bit of anger you had left for him melted away. And then a new feeling bubbled up inside you, a feeling you hadn't experienced in quite a while. You felt yourself drawing closer to him, feeling a bit bold, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek,

"Thank you again Spike," you said as you gave him an expression of gratitude. He smiled softly in response, but you could tell he was still holding something back, something strained. His hands moved from your tear stained cheeks down to your bare shoulders, his eyes hazy and a faint dusting of pink in his face. You felt the heat rising all throughout your body, and your self control depleting with each passing second. Lust overcame your better judgement and you closed the space between you with a soft kiss. It was loving, yet needy all the same as your hands slowly ran down his shoulders and to his chest. You expected him to pull back, but instead he deepened the kiss and tightly gripped your shoulders. Pulling away to take a breath, your lips flushed and slightly swollen, you felt a spur of guilt in your chest,

"I'm sorry Spike, I shouldn't have done that," you stated disappointingly as you turned away from him and took your hands off his chest. Only to be met with his hand bringing your gaze back to his,

"Do it again." His eyes dark and glassy with desire as your lips gently crashed on to his once again. You slowly fell back on to the soft mattress. You slowly snaked your arms down his back in attempts to pull him closer, his calloused hands wandering down to your waist to do the same. He gave a slight groan as the kiss got more intense and sloppy, the need for his touch coursing through your veins once his grip tightened on your waist. He pulled away with a gasp for air as he looked at you, your face red as a rose and eyes half lidded with want,

"You're so pretty," he said in a breathy whisper.

He pulled you in close and his head dipped into your neck. His hair tickled your neck as his flushed lips make contact with your sensitive skin. A shiver flowed through your body as he began to sweetly suck on the skin, holding back your moans for the sake of your shipmates. As he left them one by one down to your collarbone he lightly tugged on the blanket still wrapped tightly around you. Pushing him up and off you for just a moment so you could get into a better position, you teasingly peeled the blanket off of you, slowly revealing your flushed skin. The way the stars light fell on your naked form left Spike breathless. Though he'd seen you naked many times before, the way the light fell on you, the expression on your face, and maybe just the reassurance that you understood him in that moment made him see you in an entirely different light. You held out your arms to him, coaxing him to come back to you. His hands caressed the plush skin of your thighs as he continued to leave hickeys down your collarbone and to your chest. Your heavy breathing and stifled moans filled the small space as he began to suck on the soft flesh and slowly moved to the hardened bud. As he took your nipple in his mouth, one of his hands moved to the other and began to roll and pinch it between his nimble fingers. You yelped at the bursting sensation coming from your chest,

"Spike," you quietly moaned out to him. Gripping his hair lightly as a way to keep you grounded from losing yourself. Everytime the two of you did this you found it very easy to lose yourself in the heat of it all and fully surrender yourself to him. But this time you were reluctant to do so. Not because you were afraid, but because of what you knew. The nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach knowing were never going to be her, not matter how hard you tried to be. He would always want her, and that hurt you,

"Hey, what's wrong," he said, concern lacing his voice.

"It's nothing," you sighed lightly as you twirled his hair between your fingers. He moved his hands to your face brought your gaze to his,

"Talk to me pretty girl." You tried coming up with a plausible excuse, but he could see right through you,

"You're thinking about her aren't you?" You nodded your head and looked away from him, shame spread across your face. He smirked at you lovingly and his hand moved down in between your thighs and rubbed against your sensitive, slick nether regions. A surprised, pleasure filled moan escaped you as he spoke,

"Don't think about her Y/N, right now the only thing I want you to think about is me. Because what I'm thinking about in this moment, the only thing I care about right now, is you. I want to please you, to touch you, and make you feel loved. Shes in the past, and you're here with me, and I want it to stay that way for as long as possible," he said as his pace became more intense, pleasure surged through your body in blissful spasms. You found a sliver of comfort knowing that he wanted you as much as you wanted him in this moment, and at that point you let yourself go completely. You couldn't hold in your moans and ragged breaths as his pace became almost too much to bare. His slender fingers slowed a bit as he moved down your slit and inserted a digit in to you. You covered your mouth and moaned sinfully into your palm as he went slowly in and out of you,

"Uncover your mouth sweetheart, I wanna hear every sound you make for me" sincerity and need dripping off his tongue as he spoke. You moved your hand, but still tried to keep the volume minimal. He added another digit and his pace quickened once more. Your moans started to become more frequent as you felt your orgasm approaching steadily. He curled his fingers against your walls, earning a squeal from you,

"Spike, if you keep that up," you said pitifully in between gasps. This didn't stop him from slowing his pace though.

"I want you to cum for me pretty girl," he said sinfully as he kept up his pace. As if on cue, you clenched around his fingers and let your orgasm flow through you. The moan you let out was much louder than you would've liked, but you didn't care, you felt amazing. He pulled out of you, his fingers covered in your slick.

He wiped in on his pants before removing them hastily, revealing his painful hard cock. The tip a flushed rosy color and a bead of precum slowly dripping down. You crawled over to him and looked up into his eyes pleadingly. He gave a slight nod, his breathing hitched at the the thought of what you were about to do. You took the tip into your mouth and swirled your tongue it, tasting the salt from his precum. You teased the tip a little more, earning light groans and ragged breaths from Spike before taking him fully into your mouth. He let out a whimper as you began to take I'm entirely into your mouth and down your throat. His noises like music to your as you want painfully slow,

"Fuck, it feels so good," he groaned as he ran a hand through your hair, wanting to take control, but not giving in to his primal desires. He wanted to be gentle with you and made sure that you were as comfortable as possible. His fingers ran through your hair as you began to quicken your pace, feeling the tip of his cock lightly hitting the back of your throat. It wasn't enough to hurt you, but you definitely knew it would be something you'd feel the next day. You could feel him pulsating against your hollowed cheeks, knowing he would last too much longer if you kept this up. You found yourself in a rhythm that made him quiver and whimper everytime you took him fully, hoping you'd get him to finish as soon as you could. But, despite Spike wanting nothing more than to cum down your throat, he gently stopped you. His cock sliding out of your mouth with a pop,

"Not yet pretty girl," he said wiping away the little bit of saliva that dipped from the corner of you mouth.

He lifted you up to him and kissed you with heated passion, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he pushed you back on to the bed. His hand roamed down to your thighs and proceeded to spread them,

"You ready," he asked in a hot, breathy whisper against your ear.

"Yes Spike, please," you pleaded, your skin on flushed and sensitive as ever and your pussy aching. He slowly thrusted into you, you clenched around him as a reflex to the slight relief you felt. Both of you moaning at the initial thrust,

"Fuck," he cried out. He brought you in close and began to slowly thrust in to you once you were fully adjusted. His fingers traced circled on your shoulder blades and he placed butterfly kisses down your forehead and cheeks. Feeling him pick up the pace, your moans became more prominent and carried throughout the room. You found yourself submitting to him once more as your moans got louder and louder with each thrust, not caring who heard the two of you.

"I love the sounds you make Y/N," he groaned out. You gave an incoherent gasp in response. He brought his gaze to yours,

"You're so fucking pretty like this, taking my cock so well. You're doing amazing sweetheart," he said losing himself to your gaze. The look of pure love and lust in your eyes was nearly too much to bear for him. He always thought you were an attractive person, even before you two started doing this. But as he got to know you, he thought you were one of the prettiest people he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. And when he first saw you writhing under him, he thought he'd met an angel. The way you shivered under his touch, the way you looked at him with your starstruck eyes, eveything about you when you two were together made him admire you even more.

"So fuckin' beautiful," he said to himself. Lost in the thought of you being with him like this. You gripped at his lower back harshly as he began to bottom you out, losing control of his rhythm. His whimpers and your moans filled the room like a symphony, he whispered sweet nothing in your ear, telling you how beautiful you were and how much he loved being with you. You felt his cock pulsing once again against your slick walls, he was close, as were you. Your moans turned into pure, sinful squealing once again and you felt another orgasm threatening to wash over you,

"Spike, I-" He cut you off before you could finish.

"I know sweetheart. Just a little longer, please" he said said kissing your forehead sweetly. He lost complete control at that point and was fixated on making you cum with him. His thrusts were sporadic and needy, and his cock harder than ever as he continued to fuck senseless. His whimpers were now rhythmatic as he finally moaned out,

"Cum for me pretty girl." You gave out a pleasure filled moan as you came all over his still thrusting cock. The clench from your swollen pussy and the now dripping slick was more than enough to push him over the edge,

"Fuucckk," he drew out in an absolute sinful whimper as he pulled out of you and let out thick spurts of hot cum all over your inner thighs and pussy.

He stroked himself a few times to get all his cum out while taking a few deep, draw out sighs of relief. He must of been holding it in for a while because it was quite a load he let out, not that you cared, you were just happy you were able to be with him. You sighed in relief as he grabbed some tissues off your nightstand and cleaned you up then in turn cleaning himself. When he finished he threw the dirty tissues away and crawled into bed with you, covering you both in the blanket and pulling you in close for a sweet, loving cuddle. You began to drift off to sleep from exhaustion when you heard him say,

"I'm happy to have someone like you Y/N, " he whispered. You turned to him and kissed his cheek as he began to drift off,

"Same here," you said as you pulled him into the crook of your neck and the two of you fell asleep soundly in one another's embrace.

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snowflakeanimelover · 2 years

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Hi! Just saw that you added spike to your request list! If it’s ok, I’d love to request a sort of fluffy piece about spike/reader having to share a bed/cuddling while napping? Idk I’m cold and lonely 🥺 thank you sm I hope you have a great day!

Hey there! Im so glad you asked for one with Spike! I’ve just started watching Cowboy Bebop and I love it so much.

I’m sorry I didn’t make is entirely of what you wanted. This is kind of fluffy…?

And thank you! I hope you have a great day, too!

It just had to be one of those days on the ship. The day being total crap.

And it just so happened that the beautiful bracelet I won from a casino game ended up being crap, too. It blew up in my room while I was out with the others. Apparently it was a small bomb…

Because of that, I had to share a bunk with someone else.

“No way in hell I’ll be sleeping with Faye.” I blurt out in the tense room.

Faye smirks. “What makes you think I’d even let you sleep with me?” She says smugly. Faye and I don’t play well together.

“Come on guys. Do you really have to act this way at a time like this?” Jet sighs. I could tell he’s very tired of our behavior.

Spike just chuckles as he lights a cigarette.

“Why don’t you sleep with Spike?” Edward jumps up.

Spike chokes on nothing in particular, spitting out his cigarette.

I pretty much do the same, but with no cigarette.

“I’m not gonna do that either!”

“Cause you like him?” She asks curiously.

“No!” I yell out. Faye and Edward giggle.

Jet stands up, silencing everyone. “That’s enough!” He then turns to me. “It’s been a long day, alright? Just pick somewhere to sleep, would yah?” He walks off to his room.

Faye leaves next, then Edward. I slump my shoulders, unknowing of where I’d sleep.

“Guess you’re on your own.” Spike shrugs his shoulders, slumping his own self as he walks past to his room.

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The loud thumping on a metal door echoes through the metal hallways. I cringe at the sound, hoping I didn’t wake anybody else up besides the person I’m trying to wake up.

A few footsteps from behind the door give me hope and the door finally slides open. Spike wipes his eyes in tiredness, an annoyed look spreading on his face when he sees me.

“What do you want?” He sighs. Before I could answer, he sees the blanket and pillow I hold in my arms. “Wait…you’re not seriously thinking about wanting to sleep…with me, are you?

“Um….yeah….I am.” I answer sheepishly.

He groans, turning around and about ready to close the door. “Wrong choice. Why don’t you sleep on the couch?”

“Ein took it. Growled when I tried to push him away.”

“Damnit….” He grumbles. “Go sleep somewhere else.” He turns away once again.

“Wait!” I watch him stop, waiting to hear what I have to say. “Please? If I get a bounty….I’ll….I’ll give the reward to you! And you know I’m good at getting bounty’s.” I try to convince him, desperate for a nice rest after a long day.

Spike slumps his shoulders. “Fine…. Come on in.”

I almost squeal in joy, jumping into his room and closing the door. It’s pitch black for a second, making me almost trip over, but then Spike turns a light on.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor.” He announces.

“Neither am I.” I say.

He looks at me in shock. “Then…”

“Your bed is big enough, ain’t it? It’s only for one night.” I fold my arms while I still could with blanket and pillow in the way.

He doesn’t protest. Perhaps because he’s too tired to care.

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I was wrong. The bed was not entirely big enough for the both of us. We ended up getting squished together with him against the wall. Our backs were touching in the most uncomfortable way.

“This isn’t going to work….” Spike says in the silence.

I slightly nod. But I really didn’t want to sleep on a floor, so I had to think of something. “Well….why don’t you put your arm around me…? It’ll be more comfortable….” I say quietly. I was honestly hoping he didn’t hear me, since it sounded so embarrassing.

I almost yelp at the touch of his arm wrapping around my waist, and his warm breath brushing against the back of my neck. My spine shivered at his touch.

“You’re right….this is better.” He whispers.

I don’t think I got much sleep that night, as my face was burning with a passion the entire time….

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mytheoristavenue · 2 years

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could write an imagine with Cowboy Bebop Spike Speigel x Reader, where s/the fem can't sleep so he goes to the gym at bebop to train and spike hears her fight and decides to watch but sees that something is wrong. thanks

Hey! Yeah, thanks for the ask, and so sorry it took me so long to get to it! I actually answered the day after i received it, but my coputer crashed and I lost it! I just haven't had much motivation to rewrite it, but here you go!

You're new on the Bebop, hired on as a house keeper, and one night, Spike finds you in the gym and asks for your story.

Warning: Mention of drugs, abuse, injury, and depression.

Spike rolled out of bed lazily, dragging himself against gravity and toward the door to his bedroom. Once standing, he retrieved a cigarette from a pack of mentol Lucky Strikes that sat on his bedside table, before cuppung his hand around the tip and lighting it. With a sigh, he stepped through the door as it slid open before him. Slowly, he made his way across the ship to the kitchen, cracking open the refridgerator when he arrived. Rammaging through it he found a small wooden box witha plastic top. Spike grinned, deciding it looked good for a late night snack. He disgaurded the small note that sat of the top, claiming it as Ed’s lunch for the next day.

Spike didn’t seem to mind your presence on the Bebop, honestly. Jet had called you a miriad of names, ranging from a nanny to a maid. Spike didn’t really care what you were. You cooked good food, kept the place clean, didn’t fuss at him and you didn’t get in his way while he was bounty hunting. Although you were one more person Spike had to help support, quality of life had overall improved in the time you’d been there.

Idally, Spike scratched his exposed chest, absentmindedly waiting for his leftovers to finish reheating in the microwave. Within the next few minutes, Spike had flipped off the kitchen lightswitch and was wandering his way back to his bedroom, content with his snack. Halfway back to his room, he came to a fork in the corridor, his room to the right, and the communal gym to the left. Just as he was about to hang a right, somehting caught his eye. When he’d come this way ten minutes ago, the light in the gym was off, but now it was on. Who would be working out this late at night?

Creeping closer, Spike was able to make out the sounds of feminine grunting with impact against a heavy surface, peaking his interest. Rounding the corner of the door frame, he peeked in, suprised at what he found. In the middle of the room, there you were, working over a sandbag nearly twice your size. Spike smirked, leaning against the door jam, opting to finish his food with a show.

Spike watched intently as sweat flicked away form your skin with every motion, tracking every punch and kick you berated the bag with. He had to be honest, it was pretty attactive to watch. Afterall, you were jumping around in a sorts bra and athletic shorts, and Spike was a pervert. He began to wonder why Jet never let you go on missions. It was obvious that you’d had some sort of martial arts training, and you could certainly hold your own.

Eventually after about ten minutes, you had run out of steam. Spike had noticed this, tracking how your movements had began to lag and your hits were no longer quite as powerful as before. Soon your barrage came to slow end and you eventually stopped all together, as you wandered over to a nearby bench to retrieve a wattle bottle. In doing so, your body had pivoted, presenting the right side of your body. Spike’s smug grin instantly fell, his shoulders slumping, and his brows furrowing.

Spike had never seen your body exposed. You almost always wore thick turtlenecked sweaters and baggy pants, and most of the time, you had some sort of apron or cleaning smock over that. And even now that he was seeing more of your skin, in this private moment, he was able to understand this was not something he was meant to see. This was no longer childish Peeping Tom-like behavior. This was an encroachment of your boundries. This wasn’t fun for him anymore.

“(Y/N)...” he finally spoke, feeling obligated to confess his sins of stalking you.

You almost jumped out of your skin upon hearing Spike’s deep voice reverberate against the walls of the room. It was a stark contrast from the calming silence you had kept. “Spike! What are you doing?” He ignored your shock, silently stepping toward you, the only sound in the room being his bare feet tapping against the floor. He inched closer until his his chest was less that a foot away form yours. Spike loomed over you, casting a hash gaze over your entire being, making you want to back up and craft distance, but you almost felt as if you were paralyzed by his stern stare.

“How’d you get that bruise on your ribs?”

Your heart dropped knowing that he’d noticed. Part of you was terrified that you’d be forced to explain, or maybe that he meant ill will toward you, but the other part of you was angry. How dare he sit there and watch you during a private moment after everything you do for him? You spend hours everyday, cleaning his ashtrays, cooking food that he likes, finding half empty cigarette packs around the ship and leaving them where he can find them, and for what?

“You selfish little prick!” Spike was taken aback by your responce. He had hardly ever heard you speak at all, let alone with an attitude. “I do everything I can to keep this ship clean and to keep you all happy, and this is the thanks I get? Some creep spying on me?”

“(Y/N), where did you come from?” Spike asked, his eyes softening a bit after recognizing he might’ve been too harsh with you. “You can talk to me, ya know?”

“I don’t owe you any kind of explaination, Spike. Just leave me alone, you creep.” You snarled, disgusted with him as you pulled a sweatshirt over your head to cover your body. You honestly felt violated. “God, I can’t have an ounce of privacy on this damn ship. I thought between Ed and Ein following me to the bathroom, Faye constantly buggin me about who broke up in her magzine and Jet never wanting me to leave the ship alone, you’d at least give me some peace.”

Spike rolled his eyes before hardening them again, scoffing at you. “Would you just tell me what happened?”

Sighing heavily, you finally took a seat on the bench that you had set your water bottle on. Spike joined you after a few seconds of reluctence. “Before Jet found me...I was heavily addicted to Red Eye. My boyfriend sold it and convinced me to try it once and I guess I just never stopped. One of his suppliers was a gang called the Red Dragon Cindicit and he couldn’t pay them back for his supply...so they kidnapped us.” Your chest swelled a bit as you fought back tears, you mind flashing back to the horrible things that the gangsters had done to you. Meanwhile, Spike’s blood had ran cold. He was just so shocked that your past had had this corralation with his. “Finally, my boyfriend stuck a deal with their leader that if they let him have one more week to sell what he had left, he’d pay them back with interest. They kept me as calateral, and after the end of the week, they tortured me for information. I never saw him again.”

“He abandoned you?” You nodded, neglecting to look Spike in the eyes.

“I guess. After months of abuse, I finally managed to escape, and that’s when Jet found me.”

“What was his name?” He aksed, giving you a side glance.

“Asimov Solensan, did you know him?”

“I watched him die.” He repiled, pulling a cigarette form his pocket, before lighting it up. “And don’t take it personally, you’re not the only woman that bastard threw to the wolves.”

“He’s really dead?” There was a tinge of sadness in your voice. “I’d always hoped he’d come for me one day, rescue me.” Spike sighed, passing you the cigarette.

“Asimov wasn’t capable of caring for you, Katrina, or anyone else.”

You glanced up at Spike for a second, feeling embarrassed for your next question. “Katrina...was she...prettier than me?”

Spike chuckled, shaking his head. “She was a looker, that’s for sure. But pregnant women are alrways pretty.”

Your heart dropped a bit and you eyes widened a little. “She was pregnant?”

Spike’s laugher had died down but his nostalgia grin never left. “Not really. She pretended to be so she could smuggle drugs under her dress across gate lines. She did it for him.” he continued his story when he found that you were enthralled in it. “She really loved him. He promised that they were on their last job. Then they’d settle down on Mars. Finally, she realized that she’d never have that life with him, so in an effort to distroy the drugs they had, she shot him and crashed their ship. She sacrifieced herself.” Spike paused to swallow a lump in his throat. “But to answer your question. No, she wasn’t prettier than you.”

You felt selfish for asking. It seemed like Spike had made a real connection with this woman, and you felt guilty for not turning Asimov in when you had the chance. Maybe Katrina would still be around today, maybe she’d even have a family by now. “I’m sorry, Spike. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, you’re fine. I don’t mind telling you you’re pretty.” Spike smirked a bit, finishing off the cigarette you’d been sharing, before dropping on the floor and stomping it out with his bare foot. The thought of the burn made you cringe but it didn’t seem to bother him. For a moment, a comofrtable, yet awkward silence fell on the gym, befor ehe pipped back up. “Look, I’m sorry for spying on you. And thanks for taking care of us. You’re food’s pretty good.”

You smiled a bit, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “Your welcome. And thanks.” You mumbled, standing up and stretchign out. “Well, I’m heading to bed. You should probably get some rest too.” Spike stood up after you, follwoign you into the hall and grabbing his dish on the way out. “Is that Ed’s lunch?”

“It was. Don’t worry, I’ll make her osmething tomorrow. He answered,walking with you down the hall. As you came to your room, he stopped with you, scratchign the back of his neck, as if he had something to say. “Hey, (Y/N)...I’m glad you’re here, and I hope you stay a while.” You smiled at him.

“I think I will. Ed needs me.” Spike needed against the wall, resting his head on his hand, propped up by his elbow.

“Maybe we all need you here. Maybe...I need you here.”

You blushed a bit, your smile growing brighter. “Then I’ll be here.” Punctuating your comment, you slowly reach up, cupping his left cheek, quickly planting a sweet kiss on his right. For the first time you’d seen, Spike was a bit flustered, frozen in suprise, giving you time to slip into your bedroom, before he could react.

“Did she just kiss me?”

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illegal-spiegel · 1 year

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as a black girl who loves spike, HCS OF SPIKE W A CURLY HAIRED S/O 🗣🗣🗣🗣

YES I CAN 🗣🗣🗣🗣

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

this man has some of the wildest, unruliest hair known to man

despite this though, it doesn't really curl much

eh well, it gets some random waves but that's pretty much it

which honestly, thank god. if this man had curly hair A. he wouldn't know wtf to do with it or how to take care of it and B. he'd just be too fine for us to handle

anyway

when he meets you, he's instantly fascinated by your hair

sure, his hair is green and kinda wild, but he's never had to deal with hair like yours

and by "deal" I mean having it in his face when he hugs you, finding strands of it on the bathroom counter, a bajillion products for it lining said counter, and the list goes on

how the fuck do you manage it all???

sigh, he's a menace to society so ofc when he first meets you, he just touches it without asking 😭✋

you're quick to shut that shit down though. he, ofc, doesn't see the big deal though and offers to let you touch his hair

honestly, it's a fair trade bc with how big his hair is, surely he's gotta be hiding something in there right?

when you start dating, he's very interested in watching your hair routine

he likes the way you all the products smell

eventually asks to help you with your routine one day

you tell him step by step what to do, so he uses the right products...but not the right amounts

your hair ends up way too stiff in some parts and completely frizzy in others

he kinda feels bad until you start laughing and give him a kiss, thanking him for his help

loves loves loves playing with it when you two are just relaxing in the common room or in the bedroom

likes pulling on strands and letting them go, watching them bounce

he likes doing the trick when you get out of the shower where you take a comb or whatever to shape each individual curl. he asks to help with that and actually gets the hang of it (since it's not that hard). it makes the process go a lot faster and he feels good about being helpful

likes buying you different scrunchies and nightcaps to wear at night. he even got you one with guns on it LMAO

if you ever straighten it or do smth else to it, he literally will collapse PFFT

is so shocked bc wtf did you do???? is it gone forever???? he loved it sm tho

after reassuring him it's temporary, he physically becomes relieved

"Good."

if he ever finds out you were insecure about it, his heart will shatter

like dude there's no way???

it's gorgeous! shut the fuck up. you're on crack. he's obsessed with it

no, you can't cut it without his permission /hj

all in all he loves your hair and would kill someone before letting you ever think he doesn't like it

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chezborger · 4 years

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Type: Virgin!Reader,❗ Smut❗

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When we first started seeing eachother I knew he wouldn't rush me into anything quick. Tease me till I'm a puddle yes but nothing I wasn't uncomfortable with. I knew he was the one that I could come out about me being a virgin to. Maybe I did expect a laugh but not just a straight forward reply.

"(Y/n)...I know. You get so worked up over just kissing, It too cute really."

"What?! No I don't." Dammit of course I do, I thought I was good at hiding it, but maybe I'm to caught up into the moment I forget.

"Well anyway, Why do you bring this up?" He raises a brow.

I stutter trying to get the words out. How do you up and tell someone something so obsene. I mumble it out fast all the while trying not to make eye contact.

"What was that? Come again?"

"I said, I- I know I'm ready and I want to try sex." I look down nervously and he only chuckles grasping my hands, rubbing small reassuring motions with his thumbs. I Look up and I could just die from embarrassment from how close he it.

"Is that so. You seem kinda shy about it."

"Yes, I am knew at it after all, I trust you Spike, I want it to be you....I want you." I go in and place a gentle kiss on his lips surprising him and also myself. He let's go of my hands gently and wraps his arms around my middle pulling me in. I palm his chest and grip his shirt lightly when he slips his tongue in quickly as soon as I took a quick breath. His tongue dances with mine and it's so overwhelming I let out a small whimper unintentionally. We move to the bed and he hoavers over me going back into the heated kiss

His fingers go up my shirt slightly and his lips pull away leaving me dazed until he goes up to my ear.

"Can I touch you?" His voice is a smooth whisper in my ear sending goosebumps all over.

"Mhm." His fingers still linger and he smiles.

"I need a yes or a no, (Y/n)." I look at him impatient and bashful, it takes me a moment to gather myself and try to utter the words out.

"Yes, Spike." I chew on my lip and I start to feel bolder. "B-But can I feel you too?" His expression is soft and he nods, giving me a small sweet kiss before he leans back and let's his jacket slip off along with his tie. As his buttons undo, one by one my nerves are calmed and are replaced by excitement. When his shirt comes off his lean toned torso comes into view. He goes back to kiss me, I feel his toned back as my hands wrap around him. The intimate feeling of having someone so close you could feel their muscles tense and untense was somewhat erotic. He starts to grind his hips lightly and I feel his hard on press onto my heated clothed core. His hands then come up and fondle my breast under my shirt, my bra unclips and hes quick to really feel them. I whimper under him from the feeling of having my nipples pinched.

"Spike... Your hands feel so warm." His hands glides down and help me pull off my shirt and slide off my pants and panties. Tossing his pants his hard on is apparent in his tented boxers. He goes down to the edge of the bed and guides me to him. I feel kisses against my thighs then right on my clit. His tongue goes through my quivering folds then into my slick entrance. He laps at it making me grip his hair only making him look up and groan as I moan into the air when he replaced it with his fingers and his mouth moves to my clit.

The warm wet muscles paired with his fingers sinking in made my breath hitch.

"You're so tight." He murmurs softly. "I have to stretch out your pretty pussy so I don't hurt you." He kisses my trembling thigh as he goes faster and I have my orgasm wash over me my toes curling, The lewd squelching echoing when he doesn't let up. When he pulls them out a string of my slick is connected to them.

"Please, please I need you in me, Spike." My fingers go down and spread my folds. He groans softly, slipping off his boxers. Hes hard and hot and I feel it when he rubs it through my folds letting me feel every vain. He tears the condom he pulled from his wallet and I'm panting at this point, my mind is fogged. He teases my entrance making my impatient, I wrap my legs around him and push his hips making him go in a little slowly. He follows my guide and when he finally fills me we drown out each others moans.

I felt a small sting from the stretch but I was so wet and heated it slipped in and only added more pleasure. He filled me perfectly and now I was shaped to him and him only. that alone made clench and moan fervently. When he starts to bottoms out and go back in to the hilt rapidly, I scratch down his back and it only causes him to go faster, it doesn't hurt anymore I'm already past that feeling, now I'm only focused on coming around him.

"I'm so close it feels t-to good! Please don't stop!" I beg wailing out drunken on pleasure. His fingers find my clit rubbing firm sloppy circles and I come again, coating his cock. He moans and his hips never stop only stuttering as he chases his orgasm by fucking me through my spasming walls. He pulls out slow not to hurt me and I whimper feeling empty. Taking care of the condom and tossing it in the small trash bin in the corner he comes back and covers the both of us holding me close, I feel safe and warm.

"Let's get some rest, we can go again in the moring if you want too." He says smoothly making my face red, How did he know?

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inkpot909 · 1 year

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Can I get a Spike x raeder

The reader was kind with Spike and all but he didn't need a kid adult like in his team so he was always treating them like..idk "whatever" "ok." "Just leave me alone" and so on

But one day the reader gets in the way of a criminal taking the bullet for Spike and they say "thanks goodness you're ok" while bleeding out and Spike regrets it,he doesn't want them to go away,so he apologizes,saying that he needed them taht he would stop teasing them or treating them bad

They get together in the end :)

U can add as much angst as u want

A/n: Thank you thank you so much for the fun request! I feel awful for not being able to finish it for a while; getting caught up in personal matters. I appreciate the support and truly hope it was worth the wait. Have a lovely day; as well as all others reading. <3

Warning(s): Swearing; brief mentions of blood/canon-typical violence; light angst.

This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go.

It’s a dreadful thought lingering in the back of Spike Spiegel’s mind. Instead of pulling him away from them, fully in the present where he should be, a ricocheting gunshot nearly grazing across his shoulder only hammers the point home.

It seems that’s the route most bounties have gone down as of late. Realistically, he knows he shouldn’t even pretend to be surprised anymore. And usually, high-stakes entice him. But tonight was supposed to- no, it had to be different for safety’s sake. That much so was made very apparent.

What was originally meant to be a sneaky, difficult yet rewarding job, has mutated into a public gunfight taking place within a famously high-class bar. Having tracked the bounty to this location, things quickly went array upon the realization that most of the security in the building is in the palm of their hand. The bounty himself has presumably slipped away in the commotion, letting others take care of the dirty work for him.

The messiness of the situation has forced Spike and you both into a corner, desperately having to duck for cover. If it weren’t so tense- bullets flying in the air seemingly at every turn -Spike would almost laugh. It’s delightful (if not, a tad bit macabre) to see the place be wrecked to hell in a contextless vaccum. A handful of bodies are scattered across marble flooring along with broken tables and seats. By now, most innocent bystanders are either in hiding or found a way to flee the scene. Blood pouring onto the floor from bodies or light droplets from those still standing contrast heavily with a monochrome color scheme. It’s the kind of joint Spiegel usually wouldn’t ever think to step foot in; mingling with rich types isn’t exactly his cup of tea. On the flip side, maybe the owner at least has hope of being able to repair the mess themselves (a vain hope; as both him and you will most likely have to pay for property damage regardless of the owners funds).

Finding an opening to do so, Spike whirls his body around while swiftly reloading his revolver. Sticking his head up from behind the bar, he barely has enough time to understand the positions of those firing.

Just a few yards away from him on his left, you keep yourself hidden behind a table turned onto its side. Spike ducks below the bar once more, cursing underneath his breath. Blood is trickling down your right leg, clear signs of an injury. From what, exactly, eludes him for the time being.

The dark look on your face is unwavering, however. In fact, you’ve maintained a serious exterior for almost the entire night. It’s enough to put a hindrance on Spike’s breathing, albeit briefly. Such an intense presence doesn’t suit you at all.

You momentarily pull your attention from the action across the room, sensing someone’s eyes on you. Sure enough, you meet Spike’s gaze immediately. Nodding to one another, a beat comes and goes before the two of you move in tandem. Raising your guns, you both rise up quick enough to fire a shot or two.

This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go.

Crouching down, Spike stares at his feet. Despite holding his head low, his eyes give the impression that he’s looking at something far away. His lips press together in a thin line, letting out a long sigh. Jet’s going to have our heads for this, he expects.

Despite your cool front, you’d been as reckless and clumsy as ever (Spike’s words not yours). He had half a mind to blame you for the shootout, but even he has to admit he knows better than that. Although you fired the first shot, he might as well have done so himself via his own thick headedness. Just as Spike predicted would happen earlier the same day, you ended up hurt. However, he’d done just about everything his older companion told him not to, and here you are suffering the consequences along with him.

...

“Isn’t the whole point of this bounty to be discreet?” Spike muses, arms crossed. His expression is soured, and shoulders stiffened in defense. Sprawled out against the Bebop’s couch, he’s sat himself opposite of Jet. Well aware of how uncomfortably upright the yellow furniture is, his vegged out form is working to drive home a point more than anything else.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Jet replies, voice gruff and short.

The younger man scoffs, raising his arms and gesturing to his right wildly. “Then why the hell-...” Spike pauses, rubbing his temple, “Then why… do you think I need to bring along Y/n? Surely it’d be better if I-”

“Because they work swiftly and are the most likely to keep you from inflicting your usual brand of collateral damage. I’d say they’ll do well to keep you from messing this up well enough.” Jet cuts him off casually.

“What? So they’re my babysitter? You know how they are- they’ll just get in the way.”

Jet bites back, “Spike, I swear this’ll go smoothly if you just accept their help. Don’t you dare think of going off on your own. The bounty’s got connections and has reportedly been on high alert since the price on his head increased. We don’t have all the details, but there’s enough to know it could get ugly. You’ll be kicking the bucket if you don’t get your head screwed on straight.”

“We both know the chance of that happening,” Spike huffs.

“Yeah, right… less likely than you admitting to yourself the real reason you get so high-strung about Y/n.”

The fluffy-haired man raises an eyebrow.

“It’s because you like them, but saying so must not be in vogue nowadays, so you tell yourself it’s just because they’re childish- or whatever made up reason it is this week.”

“They are childish.”

“And you aren’t?” Jet questions, “I’d think refusing to follow a well-informed decision just to avoid who you’re going to be working with is pretty immature.”

Silence follows, the moment thick with thought.

Making a face, Spike abruptly kicks his leg forward and smacks his foot against the side of Jet’s cute coffee table. He doesn’t even open his eyes at the booming, metallic sound. “As if a bright green racer with a goddamn flower plastered on the side of it won’t make us stick out everywhere we go!” Spike exclaims, clearly still hung up on Jet’s previous statement or sending him an implicit warning to shut his mouth.

“I’m sorry, but how many repairs have you needed on that obnoxiously red racer of yours in the past month!?” Jet snapped, finally looking his crewmate in the eye. “Y/n and you are the best choice for this sort of job. You’re going with them; end of story. The sooner you get the bounty the sooner you can come home sulking about it.”

Not twenty minutes later, Spike found himself begrudgingly walking next to you heading towards the Bebop’s garage. You maintain a youthful spring to your step, while he practically drags his feet on the floor following you.

“Hurry up, slow poke!” you jest, stopping in front of the garage door. Turning towards him, you tap your foot repeatedly as if you’re being forced to wait for him.

“Maybe you should start practicing blending into the shadows for when we land,” he suggests, moving past you, “You know… being unnoticeable.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you giggle, “You’d miss out on what you like the most about me!”

Sneering, he responds non-committedly, “Yeah… sure.”

“Oh, don’t deny it, Spiegel.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You huff, a playful edge to your tone, “C’mon… at least admit I’m more fun than Faye; that can’t possibly be difficult to voice out loud.”

“I’m not admitting shit,” he suddenly snaps, “I just want to get this done; I could really use that reward- so let’s go.”

Frowning, your gaze hesitates on his person as he turns on his heel and shuffles away. He moves with hasty steps towards his precious racer for extra measure.

Your shoulders fall, but his back is turned to you. And even if it wasn't, you are certain by now that it wouldn’t make a difference. The wall he’s built between the two of you is sturdy and unmoving, but hell if you haven’t tried your hand time and time again at tearing it down.

But unknown to you, his thoughts haven’t moved his attention away.

Select bounty missions notwithstanding, nothing ever seemed to truly wipe the smile from your face. Even then, most times you can keep a playful edge to your actions and attitude. Spike Spiegel hates that. It’s hypocritical, considering his own behavior at times, but logic is (apparently) irrelevant. Nothing ever seems to get to you either, and that’s the most frustrating. Nothing he ever says or does gets to you. From the tiniest comment to the very reasons behind Jet's latest stream of lectures- he hardly has witnessed you bat an eyelid at it all.

It’s not that he necessarily dislikes you as a whole, but something angry inside him bubbles over around you. Still fresh in the bounty hunter world, your attitude just appears… too naïve. The feeling you fill him with is foreign, and why someone ‘so simple’ can get his mind racing is beyond him. Within the dim lighting the Bebop offers, barely reaching the inside of his racer, Spike has long been so sure you’d never find common footing he doesn’t even consider it an assumption anymore.

...

Amidst his thoughts, the two of you manage to shave the number of shooters down by a considerable amount.

Still eager to be done with the case (even if it means coming back empty handed at this rate), Spike takes the opportunity to fully rush away from behind the bar completely. Taking a dive, he shoots another individual just before tumbling to the floor. As he rolls himself over to find complete cover once more, he loudly lets out a curse after a loud gunshot fires in the air.

“Spike!?” you squeak, whipping around to see the man on the floor cradling his foot. Both his hands are clasped around his shoe, knuckles turning ghost white from applied pressure. Your eyes widen, dropping your adopted expression. “Are you alright!?” you shout.

“Less worry; more shooting!” he barks, wincing at a shot of pain trailing violently up his leg.

Not needing to be told twice, you focus your efforts back on the task at hand. He hears three distinct gunshots from your side of the room. Two thuds come from the far end his back is facing, a sound he recognizes as clothed bodies hitting the floor. To Spike’s relief, deafening sounds of guns firing comes to a complete halt.

You drop to the floor as well, buttocks making harsh contact with marble. Turning just your head this time, you meet Spike’s gaze once more. Not a second passes before the two of you share an exhausted laugh. Your tone is light and thankful, his is booming and pushing through fierceness beginning to fade.

“As best as we can… we’re keeping this from getting back to Jet or Faye,” Spike mumbles, leaning his head back after calming himself down.

Smiling warmly, you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and move your attention. Your eyes scan the back of the bar, squinting slightly. The walls are littered with bullet holes, and you’ve no doubt the amount of which are near impossible for one person to count alone. A shady figure lingers in a bathrooms door frame, and at least two tables in the back are snapped in half-

Wait…

Realistically, the figure in the distance moves fast. To you, the gut reaction is so quick hindsight allows you to fool yourself into believing you had even a moment to think about your actions. To understand what exactly it was you’re doing. To process all that transpires within the next couple of seconds.

But that isn’t really the case. You merely registered the shadowed individual’s frame, and the reflective light bouncing off the pistol in their hand. It was all you needed to act, diving to the side so quickly that ‘desperate’ wouldn’t be enough to describe the action.

A shout erupts from behind you, frantic and unfathomably angry. More sounds of gunshots fill the air; curse words and other profanities fill any available space. You can distinctly make out Spike’s voice, and one more that’s unknown to you. It’s very deep and masculine, though, from what you can understand.

You attempt to roll your body over, but a sharp pain just below your collarbone and near your shoulder keeps you from doing so. Vision blurs at random, and you can scarcely make out your companion (roommate?) standing in front of you. When exactly did he get there?

Your eyes flutter open and shut.

You feel someone kneeing you in the side, and your eyes snap open to observe Spike bending down beside you. Slowly but surely, your vision stabilizes. When did he…? Is the mysterious shooter still around? You attempt to move again, but this time the pain you feel is so prominent you cry out and screw your eyelids shut.

“Oi oi oi…” you hear Spike’s voice call. “Don’t strain yourself, dummy,” he tells you, having absolutely no bite behind his words. At least, none you could make out. Still, you're inclined to wonder if it’s still just your own shock over getting shot making you misunderstand.

“Bounty got away…” he huffed, gently sitting you up against a fallen table. Giving you an apologetic look, he rips the side of your top open. You put up no fight, watching him wrap your bullet wound with whatever makeshift materials he’s found lying around.

“Was that who was standing in the back?” you ask, voice kept low.

“Yeah,” he replies, “ I thought the coward hightailed it and ran… but I guess he wanted the last laugh. Erm- tried to at least. He ended up running anyway.”

“Him and this ‘team’ if his will probably persue us, then,” you sigh, “Now we have to hunt him down before he gets us…” Pausing, you take a minute to mull over your words. “I’m really sorry. This is all my-“

“Don’t,” he cuts you off calmly, gesturing to your injuries. “Not when you’re like this.”

Smiling despite yourself, he stops his movements at the display. Ignoring the shock on his face, you ask, “What? You worried about me?”

Spike hesitates, physically moving his chest away from you. “Don’t be absurd,” he scoffs, speaking unconvincingly. He continues, wrapping around the wound once more before stopping himself yet again. His frown deepens, adding, “And stop smiling like that.”

“Why?”

“Because you were just shot!” he snaps, “And nearly slipped out of consciousness!”

“Ah…” heat rushes to your face, “So you were worried…”

“I-… yes, fine, okay?” his head falls, giving in.

You snort, “That sounded painful.”

“Tonight’s been stressful; you haven't been acting like yourself all night. Even on a job… it’s not like you to get so serious. What was with you?”

You shrug sheepishly, avoiding his gaze. “Thought you’d like it better that way.”

“It freaked me out, why would-“

Spike halted his words. He knew exactly why, but the night has been a long string of his own mistakes so it’s been tough keeping up. And here’s the biggest one yet, coming straight towards him holding a steel chair: How he treats you. More specifically, how he spoke to you earlier. How indifferent, borderline annoyed, he always acts. It’s true, he’s long been trying to figure out how to press your buttons. But all at once it’s clear that it does get to you. Now that it’s showing, even just a small bit, his wall between you two starts to crumble.

“Couldn’t let anything happen to you either…” you mumble when he doesn’t continue, “Jet was telling me how easily the job could be slipped up. I was a bit intimidated… and when you spoke to me earlier I guess I just accepted that it would be a little out of my league. This was my first real ‘big gig’ after all… and I couldn’t accept the idea of disappointing you.”

Nodding, he finished up the last of tending to the wound for the time being. Regardless, his hand lingers on your shoulder supportively. “I’m… sorry I’ve been hard on you. This lifestyle’s really roughened me out; guess I should be glad it hasn’t gotten to you yet,” he mutters, adding a quick, “You did good.”

The moment it slips from his mouth, he is taken aback. He means that too, but that’s the part that surprises him. Then again, you’d surprised him yourself.

A grin flashes across your face. Sweet and genuine, without a sting of pain. Spike’s heart feels heavy with just a simple glance. It’s like the first time he ever saw you, back when he was keen to notice a glowing aura you possessed. He’d describe it as a pure beauty, if he could have swallowed his pride. However, it’s the added context of knowing who you really are that keeps his attention on you this time around.

“You think I have hope of becoming a ‘real’ bounty hunter like you someday?” you ask, referencing a conversation you’ve shared once before.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, sweetheart,” he replies, a tiny smile appearing on his face.

Sharing a breathily laugh, the two of you soon sit and stare at one another in silence. Outside, people are shouting and police sirens are flaring. Yet his diligent ogling isn’t hindered in the slightest.

“What about respect…?” you test the waters, voice quiet and careful, “You think I’ve at least earned that?”

Smirking, Spike’s head slowly moves from your shoulder to the back of your head. His own leaning down crookedly in correlation, speaking now in a low whisper, “Don’t be modest… you’ve earned more than that.”

In one swift motion, his lips press against yours in a surprisingly soft kiss. Even as people began to pile into the building, police enforcements leading the way, the two of you stayed glued to one another. A news crew even caught a glimpse of the display of affection, only adding to outside confusion.

Breaking away from the kiss, you giggle against his lips, “We’re on TV.”

“Give ‘em a show, then, yeah?” he smirks, leaning closer and planting another kiss on your lips.

At home, within the Bebop’s common area, Jet plops down in his favorite seat with Ein at his side. The man nearly falls out of his chair upon turning on his television.

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