#spike spiegel requests

[venushasvixens]

Imagine FaceTiming on a mission, everything is going completely wrong, the bounty may be lost…

And you see this gorgeous face.

[molzysketch]

Alright folks, I may have a little bit of time tonight to doodle a bit and I want to practice a bit with how I draw CBBB characters…

Send in some Cowboy Bebop doodle requests/asks and I may make a few 🤲

[lonichedgehog]

If you’re still taking requests, I’d love to see Spike and Jet in 80’s hoochie daddy crop tops and short jorts, for Reasons (maybe they lost a bet with Faye?)

Included some cheesy pick-up lines as a little extra.

Thanks for the request! :>

[huggableanimecharacters]

Would You Hug Them?

[viviarts-c]

doodle request: julia from cowboy bebop?

[inkpot909]

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.

[dailyweezer]

Day 17: Cowboy Bebop

[dontaskchaosandco]

drawing poll: 1 day intentionally this time because i'm impatient edition

[undercanonthots]

I'M BACK!

What's up guys! It's been a loooong time since I posted here for the last time. I just wanted to say that now that I have some free time, I would love to take requests.

So, feel free to ask me to write whatever you like!

These are some of the fandoms I would love to write for:

- Jujutsu Kaisen

- Hellsing

- Final Fantasy VII

- Hunter X Hunter

- Monster

- Gangsta

- Cowboy Bebop

But If you have any other suggestions I'll try my best to write about them.

As always, English is not my first language so, I apologize in advance for my many mistakes.

You can request SFW and NSFW headcanons, mini-fanfics, S/O x Character, Angst, Imagines...

And that's all! (I think so?)

Hope to hear from yall

[whoishotteranimepolls]

I have gotten multiple questions if I would do polls with more than four people so this is an experiment to see how it goes because this could turn into an absolute mess. So before I say yes to opening up requests to up to six, I want to see how it goes for myself. So enjoy the Battle Royale of anime man in suits

[venushasvixens]

Your coms are pinging, indicating of a incoming message.

You see this bad boy pop up.

Answer or decline?

Choose carefully, your life depends on it

[manias-wordcount]

Can I request a fic where the reader would kiss Spike (Spiegel) every time they caught him smoking? even just holding it up is enough for the reader to give him a peck and stroll away with the cigarette they stole. P.s I love the way you write sm, you're my idol when it comes to writing<3

Cigarettes for Kisses (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗟𝗠𝗔𝗢 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @dogsandrocketsocks @pittbull-enthusiast @asuperconfusedgirl @rendartgrimson @abellaheart-blog

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

By the fourth time, he knew what you were doing. But by the fifth, he was more than ready.

He had suspected something up the third time you came around and pulled the same routine. At the time, he couldn’t put his finger on it. He couldn’t describe it. He was too wrapped up to really think about it until much, much later. Because the change was sudden. But not unwanted. Moreso desired than anything. But it was a change. A change that left him a little curious and a little breathless and a little lost in the following moments. Just long enough for you to saunter away with that swing in your hips that makes it impossible to be mad at you. Just long enough to make him realize that he’s down one cigarette and yet up one kiss. 

But he began to put together the pieces by the third time. And by the fourth time, he was able to pick apart your pattern and discern all the pieces. Then by the fifth time he tried to pull a cigarette out in front of you in the past three days, he made sure to wait until he could see you coming down the hall. And the second he knew you were close enough, he was shuffling one out of the box and leaning back into the couch. He made sure to take his sweet, sweet time with the lighter. Going nice and slow so he could drink you in in case you got close. And the second you saw him flick his lighter and the flame appear, you did. You got in close. Real close.

While Spike held the flame to the end of his cigarette, you walked up to him and went to the side of the couch like you were ready to watch whoever was going to show up on Big Shots right after the commercials started airing. Then just as he predicted, you didn’t go to sit down beside him. In fact, you didn’t sit down at all. Rather, you leaned down just as he got the flame that he needed. And you smiled at him- all soft and sweet as he took a drag and slipped his lighter back into his pants pocket.

And like clockwork, you went for his lips as he began to dispel the smoke he pulled into his lungs. And like clockwork, he let you.

He closed his eyes as your lips pressed against his. You start off slow and romantic because you’ve always been a little minx and nobody could tell him otherwise. But your kisses taste so sweet that he didn’t mind letting you take the lead. He didn’t mind letting your hands trail up his chest and shoulders and neck and face either. And he certainly didn’t mind letting your tongue brush against his as you worked on deepening the kiss.

But he wasn’t going to let you away with everything. He’s captured by you, sure. He’d kiss you all day if you’d let him.  But he won’t let you get the jump on him anymore than you already have. At least, not without getting a little bit of his own fun, of course.

So he was quickly about pulling a sleight of hand trick to move his lit cigarette between a different pair of fingers just as you began discreetly searching for it. And he relished in the soft sound of confusion that spilled from your mouth as your fingers reached out only to find nothing where they would usually find something. And when you pulled away to look for it, eyebrows all furrowed and that cute pout on your lips?

Well, he brought you back in for another kiss, of course. Only this time, he tugged you into his lap and pulled you nice and close. He swallowed up your yelp of surprise with his mouth as he kissed you harder than he even had before. And although you squirmed at first, you quickly found that the arm that he had wrapped around your waist and had just settled right on the curve on your backside wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Because you fit perfectly there. So perfectly that he couldn’t help but hold you tighter in hopes that it would cause another soft sound to be pulled from your pretty little mouth.

But you make out for a while. Probably far too long for the two of you to be in such an open, public spot in the Bebop but he couldn’t care less about that. It’s sloppy, heavy, and somehow all too sweet in its own way. Sometimes, he lets you take the lead. Sometimes, he lets your tongue do all the exploring if it means you’re good for him just a little while longer. Other times, he is too busy stealing the air from your lungs and nibbling at your bottom lip because he knows that’s what gets you to tighten your grip on his clothes and lean into him the way he likes it.

Soon enough though, he does have to let you go up for air. He’s better at holding his breath compared to you, and something about tilting your head back when he gets to kiss you and holding your body against his has him feeling just a little more breathless than he would have originally thought. But you? The pretty little thing settled in his lap right now? Well, you look a lot more flustered than he does, at least. And that was the goal all along. 

Catch you off guard. Kiss you the way he wants to. And enjoy you like the little tease you are. 

“If you wanna bum a smoke off of me, you could just ask,” He remarks with a half-smirk playing at his lips. You frown and puff out your cheeks with a huff. Frustration dances around in your eyes as you realize you’ve been all figured out and there’s nothing you can do about it. But you’re quick to perk up as he brings the cigarette lit cigarette to your lips and lets you take a drag. “S’long as you don’t run away afterward.”

You don’t respond at first- too busy inhaling the smoke with a pleased look on your face. And he can’t help but smile as he watches. It’s no wonder he let you get the jump on him four times before this. It’s cute. Or rather, you’re cute about it. You clearly haven’t been smoking for as long as he has, but you’re settling into the taste of nicotine quite nicely. It subdues you. Sweetens you up and softens you out in a way Spike couldn’t help but wish that only his kisses could do.

But then you laugh and you smile as you look at him and suddenly he’s just calling himself lucky to be the sole witness of this.

Still, it’s not fair. He was itching for a smoke. He was itching for his smoke. After all, you haven’t been letting him have his way all the time. You’ve been stopping him from getting his fill from the past four cigarettes you’ve successfully slipped out of his fingers. But now that he’s watching you smoke cigarette number five in his lap like you were meant to be there, part of him wonders if you’ll end up being the reason he quits one day. Not because he wants to. No, because he knows he should. 

“Hmmm…no promises~”

But because the thought of trading every cigarette he’ll ever smoke with another one of your kisses is a little more tempting than he’d like to admit.

[lonichedgehog]

spike & ed playing chess! For the cowboy bebop requests (if you're still doing those)

Let's just say Ed is cringing at how bad Spike is playing against her.

Thanks for the request! :>

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

~ key: ☁️fluff / 🔥smut / ☕️domestic / 🥀angst

~ requests/asks: open and welcomed!

~ current hyperfixations: JJK, AOT, Trigun, Fields of Mistria, A Date with Death, Disco Elysium

~ Challenges: Drabble Challenge 2024

Jujutsu Kaisen

[short form!]

Oblivious!Nanami ☁️🔥 Newlywed!Nanami ☁️🔥☕️ Dad!Nanami ☁️☕️ Husband!Nanami on his birthday ☁️🔥☕️ Husband!Nanami on a date ☁️☕️ Husband!Nanami finds you reading in bed ☁️☕️ panic attack comfort Nanami ☁️ pre-Shibuya!Nanami 🥀 vampire!Nanami 🥀🔥 Sleepy!Higuruma ☁️☕️ Warming!Higuruma 🔥 sub!Higuruma 🔥 sub!Shiu Kong 🔥 ex!Gojo 🥀 Ghost!Satosugu Drabble 🥀 JJK men on a road trip ☁️🔥 JJK men and your thighs 🔥 JJK men panic attack comfort ☁️

[long form!]

Nanami Kento Kento's Stress Toy 🔥 Hands-On [+Ino Takuma]🔥 I'm just a kid (and life is a nightmare) [teen Papamin] ☁️☕️ Under the Circumstances [sex pollen] 🔥 Bakery Girl and Salaryman ☁️ Sex on the Beach 🔥 Toji Fushiguro Make You Better [ex] ☁️🥀 → (Ch. 1) (Ch. 2) (Ch. 3) Over-Under [sparring instructor] 🔥 Hiromi Higuruma Off the Record [law student] 🔥 Suguru Geto Office Hours [college au] ☁️🔥 Mirror, Mirror 🔥 Shiu Kong Princess Treatment 🔥☕️ Levels of Lust 🔥

Trigun

Like Real People Do [Vashwood] ☁️🥀 Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy('s Gun) [Vash] 🔥 Last Rites [Vashwood] 🥀 Birthday!Vashwood ☁️

Attack on Titan

inter spem et metum [ancient Roman Eruri] Unclean [Levi hurt/comfort] 🥀 EruriWeek2024 [Authority Kink prompt] 🔥 Loser!Reiner ☁️ → (1) (2) Postwar!Levi 🥀☁️ Don't cry over spilled tea [Levi] 🔥 Mean!Levi 🔥 Clean Sheets [Levi] 🔥 Unclean [Levi hurt/comfort] 🥀 Levi x Scout!Reader 🥀☁️ Ghost!Eruri Drabble 🥀 Postwar!Levi Drabble 🥀 For my insomniac [Erwin] 🥀 → (Ch. 1-2) (Ch. 3)

Fields of Mistria

Under the Stars [Eiland] ☁️ Birthday Boy [Eiland] 🔥

Cowboy Bebop

Messages from the Stars [Spike Spiegel] ☁️🔥

A Date with Death

mortal!Casper x MC ☁️🔥

Mob Psycho 100

All tied up with no place to go [Reigen Arataka] 🔥

[spikesbunny]

MOON ANON RETURNS MWUAHAHAH anyways haiii I hope you're doing well :33

i return with requests....... soft n sweet gf like before (i know it's repetitive don't @ me) but. Soft n sweet gf that wants to be tough like those around her but just kinda isn't-- she asks s/o's to train her and gets upset that she isn't as strong as they are but they reassure her and tell her it's OK, her strengths lie elsewhere

Im thinking...... this with Spike but also also. Arlecchino. I have a big fat crush on them both I know it's multifandom but aaaa 😭😭

-🌙

+ wc: 0.3k

+ ft: spike spiegel & arlecchino (separate!)

+ note: WELCOME BACK 🌙ANON!! i'm doing pretty good actually, and i hope you are too 🫶 also omg do not worry about bein repetitive, i loveee soft n' sweet gf as much as you do <33

spike is the type to try and coach you physically. he'll invite you to train with him, starting slowly, before building up time and endurance.

he knows you wish you could contribute more, and be more helpful on missions than simply babysit ed and ein, and he wants to help you out.

he'll show you how to shoot, how to punch and kick, and even self defense methods. but he knows it's hard for you, trying to learn such physical and draining skills quickly.

so he paces you, building each skill brick by brick, piece by piece.

and he knows you get overwhelmed and upset if you aren't as successful as him, or learn as quickly as you wish. so he's gentle with you. a small reassuring kiss her, a soothing back rub to let you know that it's fine, it'll take some time. he even offers to massage your sore and achy muscles.

arlecchino, on the other hand, is more on mental toughness. working with the fauti isn't just physically draining, it's mentally exhausting. the constant bickering, the petty arguments, and the bullshit each member gives.

she'll teach you her methods to push them out of her brain, to dull their voices. give you tips on concentrating more on you than them. she'll provide you different ways to calm yourself down after getting into a dispute with them, knowing you start to blame yourself.

and she knows, she knows how you wish you could be as mentally strong as her. and she promises to help you.

and even if her techniques don't click right away, you try your best. and she knows you do, and she's always there during the conferences, reassuringly rubbing your thigh or squeezing your hand under the table.

she may not seem like a big one on physical affection, but for you, she didn't mind showing some hidden displays.

and even though her words weren't as sugar coated as most would, you knew she genuinely cared behind each riddling compliment and praise.

©2024 spikesbunny - please do not repost or translate my works on other media sites ♡

[mytheoristavenue]

CB Spike Spiegel x Reader 🍋 - Jericho 941R

Kinktober 2024 - V

Gunplay + Facefucking

Summary: You're an entertainer in a club that specializes in particularly illegal back door dealings, and when a nosy bounty hunter comes sniffing around, you have to do what you can to protect your boss.

Warnings: Porn with plot, gunplay, oral (M!receiving), rough, sex worker!reader, MDNI, NSFW

Your hips swayed gently as you sauntered about the club your husband owned, keen eyes scanning the main floor for any goings on. Tonight was a fairly slow one, a Tuesday; a time when many patrons were low on funds after the weekend, or unemployed. Who else would be here on a weeknight? You smiled warmly, relieving a few of your girls home for the night, not seeing much money to be made tonight.

You continued on through the night, lounging with the few clients you had, boozing them up and sucking what money you could from them, occasionally waltzing into the back to see what your man was up to.

"Darling, it's terribly boring this evening," you cooed, leaning dramatically against the doorframe to his office.

"Not for long, my love." he replied, rising from his desk to whisk you over to what he was looking at on his computer. "We're scheduled to have a very special guest tonight." he smirked, nodding to the file he'd acquired of the aforementioned.

"Bounty hunters?" you asked, brows high.

"That's right, and what makes things more interesting is the fact that we have a special delivery tonight as well."

"That isn't good," you noted nonchalantly.

"No, it isn't, but I'm not worried." your husband smiled, smugly falling back into his office chair, pulling you into his lap. "I've got my best girl here to make sure things run smoothly."

"Oh, I wonder who she is?" you giggled, feigning ignorance, squirming a bit to tease him.

"Oh, she's right here," he cooed with a devilish grin. "And I know she'll do so, so good, won't she?" Unseen fingers gingerly danced across you clothed heat, before enveloping it in a sudden grasp, earning a pleasant sigh from you. "Now," he withdrew, repositioning in a way that would signal for you to stand. "Go play nice with the little cowboy while Daddy finishes up his work, hmm?" You giggled as he punctuated his statement with planting a slap on your ass while you began to walk away.

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You were now once again lounging, flirting with a few patrons here and there, sipping a martini and eying the door to the establishment closely. Growing impatient, and now holding an empty glass, you excused yourself from a mostly inebriated client and sauntered over to the bar, requesting a fresh drink. As you waited and chatted with the bartender, you noticed one of the bouncers making his way to you. He then knelt down and whispered into your embellished ear.

"The Wild Bunch have arrived." You smirked, eyes darting to the newest inhabitants of the club, two men, one tall with what thought could have been cybernetic implants, and one shorter, well-dressed, yet disheveled at the same time. You quickly whispered hushed instructions to the barkeep on how to handle these men, before turning away to greet them both, fresh martini in hand.

You swayed your way to the entrance where they stood, immediately recognizing them both, not from the warnings your husband gave you, but from their reputation. "Good evening, gentlemen," you cooed, sipping your glass. "I'm afraid we're a tad slow this evening, and most of our ladies have already gone home, but I would be blessed to cater to the both of you." you batted your lashes, looking up through them at the two, but more specifically the younger one. The older cleared his throat into his hand, face flushed, and you decided to zero in on him. You leaned up against him, palms against his chest, and lips pouted, begging to be kissed. "Was there something I could help you with?"

"Y-Yes," he fumbled nervously, eyeing you closely. "We were looking for information on this establishment and it's affiliates." He spoke so professionally, you thought. He must not be new to this line of work.

"Well, I can tell you anything you need to know, sir," you cooed. "But you'll have you pay for a service first. Beyond a greeting, we aren't allowed to converse with loiterers." you lied. If you were going to have to try and protect your club, you at least wanted to profit from it.

"I don't think-" the man answered. "How about a drink instead?" you thought about it for a moment, before deciding that you'd allow it. Before you could respond, however, the other man spoke up, catching your attention.

"How much for an hour in the VIP room?" You were elated to say the least. Not only was your plan coming along perfectly, you only rented out that room in fifteen minute blocks for four million woolongs.

"Sixteen million woolongs." you answered, giggling a little at his grimace. "But that's all-inclusive, that pays for your drinks, a gourmet meal of your choice from our five star menu, and an hour of alone time with your pick of one of our lovely girls."

"Memorized that pitch, huh?" he scoffed before looking to his partner who shrugged. You needed to seal this deal, fast.

"I'll tell you what, I'll even throw in a free meal and drinks on the house for your friend." you smile warmly, turning back to the aforementioned. "And our bartender can give you all the information you need!"

Thoroughly convinced, the younger man reluctantly took out his wallet with a grumble, cleaning it out and handing you all of his cash. You momentarily excused yourself to deposit it into the safe behind the bar before returning, giggling and pulling him along by his wrist. "Better hurry, time is ticking!"

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You currently sat of a lush sofa across from the bounty hunter, who was ravenously consuming a plate of Thai beef. "You poor thing, you act like you haven't eater in years." you remarked, swirling the olive in your glass.

"Yeah well," he retorted, swallowing what was in his mouth. "Thanks to you I probably won't eat again for years, so I'm going to enjoy this while I can."

You giggled in response, tipping your glass to your lips. "No rest for the wicked, I suppose."

"Wicked is an understatement," The cowboy scoffed. "This highway robbery."

"Well, a girl's gotta make ends meet, doesn't she?" You ask sweetly, leaning closer.

"So does a man, which reminds me," He flashed you a charming smile, the first one you'd seen. He took out a pack of Lucky Strikes from his pocket, placing one between his lips. You softened, fishing a lighter out of your bra, ensuring to flash him a bit of cleavage in the process, before leaning forward and lighting his smoke. "Need some information from you, or I won't make my own ends meet."

"I already told you, the bartender has all the info, I'm just a dancer." You insist coyly.

"Bullshit, I know exactly who you are." He revealed cockily. "(Y/N) (L/N), this club owner's wife."

You furrow your brows, trying to think of a way to talk your way out of this. "Very astute of you, cowboy," You flirted, masking your nerves well. "I have always adored smart guys."

"I can tell," He smirked, kicking his feet up on the table. "That's why you married someone who's been on the lamb for almost a decade. Your husband's good at covering his tracks."

"I don't know anything about my husband's dealings," You feigned. "I'd be just heartbroken if I found out he was involved with the wrong type." You stood up, slinking across the aisle, sitting next to him, flush against him. "I really wish I had anything to offer you, but I just don't."

The bounty hunter didn't buy your story for a second, but he was confident in his partner's detective work, so he decided that for, just this once, pleasure would come before work. He smirked wolfishly, draping an arm around your shoulders. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that," You leaned into him, relieved to see him backing off the interrogation. "But you know, you did clear me out of everything I had. I think it's only fair I get my money's worth."

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You sat on the floor between his knees, ignoring the way your skin stuck to the tile, cooing up at him with a sweet grin, pumping him lazily with one fist. "You're so tense, cowboy..." you cooed, enjoying the sanguine expression on his face and the way smoke billowed from between his teeth. "I can only imagine how stressed you must be in your line of work..."

He ignored your flirtatious words, head slumped on the back of the sofa as he lounged, letting you take care of him. "You sure like the sound of your own voice, huh?" He scoffed, a deep relaxed hum coming from his throat."

"If you're suggesting I put my mouth to better use, I'm afraid that'll cost extra, baby." You giggled seductively, milking pearlescence from his tip.

"What kinda discounts you got?" He chuckled lowly, face tilted up to the ceiling.

"Well, let's see..." You coo, pumping him a bit faster, reveling in the moan he choked out. "We have a military discount, senior discount, thirty percent off for company partners..." You listed off. "Which you tick none of those boxes..."

"What about a six-bullet discount?" He laughed, lifting his head to peer down his nose at you, catching your reaction. "You know, like a five-finger discount?" His hand moves to his hip before you can even blink, unholstering a pistol and pressing the barrel to your temple. "Only you give me whatever I want or I put six bullets in this pretty head of yours."

You froze, feeling your blood run cold, fear intensifying when his thumb deactivated the safety and pulled back the hammer in one fluid motion. You gave a sheepish smile, trying to remain calm. "You know what? For my favorite cowboy, it's on the house."

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You could already feel the back of your throat beginning to bruise as the bounty hunter loomed over you, standing with you still on the floor, backed against the wall. You were stuck between an unstoppable force and an immovable object, having no choice but to take his abuse and beg fro more.

He had incredible stamina, you had to give him that, one hand holding your chin still, and the other keeping the pistol held to the side of your head, just in case. Your makeup had long since begun to run down your face with your overwhelmed tears, but you remained a trooper, blinking them away, never mentally giving in.

You weren't even putting in the effort anymore, simply letting him have his fun as he pistoned into your throat at breakneck speed. You were surprised he'd managed to last as long as he had, but he was human, and he did have a limit. Eventually, you began to feel his hips sputter, a sign that he wouldn't be able to avoid his orgasm much longer.

With a guttural sigh, he tensed, his hand moving from your jaw to your hair, gripping like a vice as he held you still against his crotch. You could feel the pistol shake against your temple, making your heart drop, knowing that at any moment, his trigger finger could twitch as your mouth filled with thick fluid.

Suddenly, you froze, blood running cold as you felt the gun click, knowing your life had reached its end. Your fears had been realized and he'd pulled the trigger. His raspy, spent laughter filled your ears as he yanked your head back, reveling in your petrified expression. With full cheeks, you watched as he released your hair and holstered his gun, fishing six bullets out of his pocket. "Swallow for me, baby."

Begrudgingly, you did, drinking every last drop of salty essence, grimacing at the taste. Typically, you'd remark how poor his diet was, indicated by how his semen tasted, but you were too afraid- and bewildered. "You really think I'd kill you over a blowjob?" He snorted, backing away and zipping up his pants. "Get real."

Then it finally hit you, you were honestly embarrassed it took so long. "I-It was never loaded." You muttered. "You...you cheated me." You huffed, scrunching your nose angrily.

"Nah, babe, if anything, I just got even." He smirked, finishing off his drink. "Sixteen million woolongs for a meal, some drinks, and a friendly conversation? Now that's a cheat."

With that, the cowboy strolled out of the room, having already spent well over his time limit with you. You simply sat on the floor, trying to gather your bearings. By the time you had collected yourself and followed him out into the main lounge, your husband and his affiliates were already getting cuffed.

Your bartender looked sheepish and you knew he'd spilled. Angily, you stomped over to where he was, pinned against a table, hurling a string of obscenities at him. Suddenly, a familiar chuckle came from behind you and you were bent over the same table, hands behind your back. "Jeez, babe, you really are feisty." The bounty hunter mused, cuffing you as well. You were unable to grasp how your entire life was crumbling around you in a single night, and your confused pout made them both giddy.

"Spike," The taller one snorted, patting his partner's back. "I thought you said you didn't like women with attitudes?"

"Well, Jet," Spike replied cooly. "I guess this broad's alright. She might have a smart mouth, but its also pretty talented."