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inkpot909 · 2 years ago

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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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dontaskchaosandco · 1 year ago

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

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undercanonthots · 2 years ago

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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

#headcanons #request open #final fantasy headcanons #hellsing headcanons #ffvii headcanons #cowboy beboo headcanons #hxh headcanons #gangsta headcanons #nicolas brown headcanons #Spike Spiegel headcanons #cowboy bebop headcanons

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whoishotteranimepolls · 1 year ago

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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

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loveandpeaceanddoughnuts · 6 months ago

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~ 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 ☁️ protective coworker!Nanami 🥀☁️ Nanami on NYE with Latina/e Reader ☁️ 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 Law Student x Librarian!Reader 🔥 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

don't fall away from me [Levi] 🥀 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 hurt/no 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] 🔥

#masterlist #loveandpeaceanddoughnuts #jjk fanfic #aot fanfiction #jjk x reader #trigun fanfic #vashwood #aot x reader

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venushasvixens · 2 years ago

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Seriously I’ve been like this since I closed commissions on Fiverr this week.

I honestly feel like it diminished the joy I feel for writing, so for now I will be taking requests through here for ONLY what I have on my submissions. I miss being on here, and I miss my old fics.

Thank y’all for being here.

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manias-wordcount · 8 months ago

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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.

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spikesbunny · 5 months ago

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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.

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beanswithbuttons · 1 month ago

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My friend just got me into Cowboy Bebop and omg… for a series that just passed it’s 25th anniversary there is a criminal lack of fanfiction for my man Spike Spiegel on this website!!!

…Send me some ideas/requests and I’ll make em happen >:)

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mytheoristavenue · 5 months ago

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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."

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