#spike spiegel x reader

[demigoddessqueens]

touch

Thinking of touch-starved men…, their eyes follow your hands and fingers so carefully, anxiously, getting easily jealous at how casual your touches are with others who are not them; always lingering where you are, seeking out your presence and just wanting a sliver of your attention away from everyone else; touch-starved ones who have a quiet gasp whenever you place your hands over theirs or just a casual friendly touch; chills along their spine and entire body as you play with their hair; hugs make them freeze in their tracks before arms tentatively wrap around you like your made of glass or a stardust that will vanish the second it’s over

EDIT: they can’t help but swallow down their moan(s) when your fingers brush through their hair, lightly touching the exposed back of their neck

Just….touch starved characters…

[duckymcdoorknob]

Trying a new style of writing :>

There was no sound within your home, albeit the previous reverberations of you slamming the front door. The world was silent as you sat down on your front porch, back to the door with your knees to your chest. You sighed as you stared at the gently waving grass, blowing in the breeze.

‘Every couple fights,’ you think to yourself. ‘He can’t really think that... can he?’

In reality, he believes the far opposite of what he said. Your husband had just had the longest day of his career, and said some things that he definitely did not want to.

The sound of pattering raindrops suddenly filled your ears, and it didn’t take long for you to start to be splattered by the water. Your blossoming tears mixed with the precipitation as you buried your head between your knees.

Suddenly, the door opened and the rain stopped hitting you. When you lifted your head, you saw your husband standing next to you: holding an umbrella over your head as he was slowly being engulfed by the falling water.

“I couldn’t bear the thought of you getting sick especially not after what I said to you…” his voice was soft and full of remorse. “We don’t have to talk, just please come inside before you catch your death.”

𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑙, 𝐸𝑟𝑤𝑖𝑛 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ, 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑎 𝐴𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑎, 𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖 𝐾𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜, 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑚 𝑉𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑁𝑜𝑧𝑒𝑙 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑎, 𝑌𝑎𝑚𝑖 𝑆𝑢𝑘𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑜, 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑘𝑎 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑎, 𝑇𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑛 𝑈𝑧𝑢𝑖, 𝐾𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝐻𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒, 𝐾𝑜𝑗𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑜, 𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑙 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛, 𝐾𝑎𝑒𝑦𝑎 𝐴𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ, 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑎, 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑟, 𝐴𝑙𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑚．

[multi-fandom-imagine]

wearing his dress shirt with nothing under it >>>

Mordecai Heller • Nanami Kento • Lucifer Morningstar • Astarion • Wyll Ravengard • Overlord!Husk • Bruce Wayne • Clark Kent • Kishibe • Spike Spiegel

[doodlenoodleboi]

characters I can’t find fanfiction of (or just very little of) part 2

Part 1

[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.

[luvie-42]

Y'all...Y'ALL-

Why is nobody talking abt this lanky ass man's LEGS????

He seems like the type to randomly bounce his thigh while you're sitting on his lap and then laugh like a maniac from your reaction 😭

Like y'all would be chilling in the Bebop while Edward and Ein go off and run somewhere as he sits on one of the yellow chairs and you come up and sit on his lap.

He takes this as his chance to tease you a bit and as you get comfortable, you look up at him as his big silly grin shows up on his face. '𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐, 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒌𝒆?"

And before you can react, he bounces his leg suddenly and looks at your flustered and shocked face as you we're blushing furiously. "𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙖, 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙚~"

Now he's laughing hard as you hide your flushed face in his chest

LET'S BE HONEST WE'D ALL GET ON OUR KNEES FOR HIM-

[thus-spoke-lo]

Secondhand Smoke // Spike Spiegel x afab!reader // NSFW/18+ [minors DNI] Written for @suyacho's Best I Ever Had collab

CW: afab!reader [no pronouns used to address reader]; cigarette use [character]; vaginal fingering; unprotected vaginal sex WC: 1,050 // Read on AO3

A vision wreathed in smoke. A chiseled figure, long and lean, shrouded in a haze of grey.

It encircles Spike like a halo; he’s an angel of lust, standing six-foot-one at the end of your bed, a bent cigarette held loosely in between his lips, ash drifting like toxic snow onto your crumpled sheets. He’ll put it out, he says out of the corner of his mouth—he’ll put it out when he’s ready to fuck you, won’t risk a burn on the bare form you’ve only just let him see for the first time.

He’s a marble statue of a man, standing there in a smirking silence at the end of your bed—a smooth expanse of streamlined muscle and sinew, the corrugated leanness of his abdomen tapering down to a v-shape carved into him as if by the hand of some perverse sculptor, making a path just for your eyes to follow. His sweatpants hang low on his lean hips, low enough that you can see a soft patch of black pubic hair just above the top of the elastic waistband, beckoning you. His cock hangs heavy underneath the fabric, just out of view, just out of reach as he stands at the end of the bed, waiting to take his last drag, testing just how patient you can be.

And you’ve been patient. You’ve been patient since you set foot on this creaking junk-heap, since entering Spike’s orbit, making rotations around him like the sun as he kept you at arm’s length, not letting you close enough to burn in his atmosphere. But you wanted to be incinerated.

And now he’s standing at the end of your bed, the last wisps of his stubbed-out cigarette rising into the air. He strips and stands before you naked, a grin on his lips as his hand moves down his body—down his broad chest, down the smooth stomach that you’d dreamed of licking as he passed you, shirtless, in the cramped halls, his body glistening with sweat as the ship baked in the summer sun. Spike’s hand reaches his cock, at last, and he holds it by the base while your eyes go wide and your pupils bloom; he knows you’re all his now, as if you weren’t the moment he locked your door behind him and asked you to undress and lie down for him. He crawls up the bed and pushes your thighs apart, drags his finger up the glistening slick on your pussy lips, groans at how it beads on your pubic hair and spreads out onto your thighs.

“Such a mess already and I haven’t even touched you,” Spike coos as he leans down, his nose brushing yours as he flicks his tongue against your lower lip. He kisses you and it’s a sudden high, like a drug pumping through your veins. He slides two long fingers past your entrance and languidly pumps them in and out, feels the way you clench around them, his cock pulsing with envy as you do. He’ll fuck you soon enough, but first he wants to know what it is to unravel you, to see how long it takes to make you come undone. He’s spent enough time thrusting into his fist at the thought, coating his palm in white late into the evening while he imagined how your face would contort in pleasure—now he’ll know for himself and burn it into his retinas, memorize every twitch of your lips and etch it behind his eyelids.

Your orgasm is a kind of beautiful chaos to him, the way you thrash and dig your nails into his skin as his fingers press up into that sweet little spot inside you and his thumb circles your clit. Your body is so warm, heated to incandescence by the tension and release in your core—it’s like watching a supernova explode underneath him. He doesn’t wait for you to come down before he aligns his hips with yours and sinks his leaking cock inside you, letting out a long and low sigh at how you take him so perfectly, how you still pulse around him with the last shockwaves of your high.

The look on your face when he cornered you earlier, confessing his sins and his pervasive thoughts of you—the ones he knew you must share, god you had to the way you looked at him in the low light of the living room when he’d drape an arm over the back of the couch and absentmindedly brush his fingers against your neck until he felt your skin grow taut—told him that you wanted him, that you needed him to crash into you this way even if you’d never ask. And now he has you, and he’s lost in the magnetic pull of your heat, burying himself in you deeper with every thrust, panting into the crook of your neck as your hands roam the sweat-slicked plane of his back, your fingers moving to tangle in his mess of hair, pieces clinging to his dampened forehead.

Your bunk creaks softly as Spike fucks you harder, his teeth nipping at your neck as he chases his own release; the bed groans with the movement of his powerful body against yours as you writhe with every burning caress. He wraps his arms underneath you and presses into you, like he can only be close enough if he can dissolve into you, swallow you whole if only for a moment. With a shudder and a low groan of your name spoken against your burning skin, he spills into you, throbbing with every erratic thrust, telling you how pretty you’re going to look with his spend leaking out of you.

He’s a blazing effigy of a man, standing there in silence at the end of your bed as he lights another cigarette and blows concentric rings at the ceiling, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye to see if you’re smiling at his trick like you always do. He’ll put it out, he says out of the side of his mouth as the cigarette bobs—he’ll put it out when he’s cooled down so he can hold you, and bask in the glow of your radiation.

[luckyheart-67676]

I want to have his babies and he's not even real

[illegal-spiegel]

ꜱᴏʀᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴇʀ

ꜱᴘɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴘɪᴇɢᴇʟ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴘɪᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴅʀʏ ʜᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴅᴀ ɴᴀꜱᴛʏ ᴏɴ ᴀ ɢʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴍᴀᴛ ʟᴍᴀᴏ, ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴇx?, ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪꜱᴍ??, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Spike leans against the doorway as he watches you, a secret, fond smile on his lips. You’re in nothing but a navy blue bra and a matching pair of shorts, but his eyes are trained on the way your hands are moving. You’re up on your tippy-toes moving around the mat, your hands protected by the black kumpur as you lay consecutive, hard hits to the punching bag. He lets out an inaudible hum when you start doing jab crosses followed by some lead teeps. He has to admit, he’s impressed by how far you’ve come with your fighting abilities since he first met you. 

After watching you for a couple of minutes, you drop your hands and grab the punching bag to stop it from swinging around. Your chest rises and falls with your labored breathing, and who can really blame Spike for staring, especially since you’re just letting sweat bead down your neck and letting it go down the valley of your breasts. 

“Need something, Spiegel?” you suddenly call out, shocking him from his staring contest with your breasts. He looks up to your eyes to find you smirking at him, making him smirk right back with a hum. 

“Yeah. Let’s go. You and me, one on one. Mano y mano,” he says as he steps further into the room, walking towards the dueling mat. You raise a brow at this, starting to remove your kumpur as you follow him in the direction of the mat. 

“What, seriously? You never want to fight me,” you reply, voice laced with suspicion. He turns to look at you over his shoulder, his brow cocking up while a smirk starts to crawl across his face. 

“Well, now I do. I was scared of hurting you before, but now I know that you can take me,” he replies, stopping in the middle of the mat and starting to undo the buttons of his coat. You stop at the edge of the mat, placing your hands onto your hips after you place the kumpur onto the chair by the mat, which is where you normally sit while he spars with someone else. 

“You should’ve known for months that I’m capable of that. You’ve seen me take down people twice my size,” you reply, your tone becoming exasperated and your arms crossing over your chest now as you stare him down. 

“‘Nough chit-chat. More fighting,” he says as he spins to face you, tossing his coat onto the chair with annoyingly perfect precision. 

“Fine. Have it your way,” you grumble, walking towards him. His smirk only gets bigger as you grow closer. He’s not only happy that you agreed but he’s also glad that he was able to irk you. Maybe that’ll throw you off your game. 

You two start circling each other, both of you studying the other and debating if you should attack first or not. You know Spike is good at defense, so you decide to go on the defensive and let him attack first. And, just like he taught you, you avoid his punch with fluid movements and watch his fist whiz past your face. Your eyes flit to his with a smirk before you’re landing an uppercut to his chin.

He staggers back a step before catching himself, using that momentum to lift his other foot and swing it toward you. You duck under his leg easily but miss the punch he lands on your cheek right after. You grunt and reel back from it, quickly stepping further away when he comes back for another punch with the opposite hand. He tries to land six more punches before you finally go back onto the offensive. You grab ahold of his arm after his last attempt at punching you, tugging him towards your side and using your other arm to jab him in the gut with your elbow. This hit causes him to grunt and fall backward, swaying as he tries to find his footing. 

While he’s caught off guard, you swiftly rush towards him and swipe his feet out from underneath him. He gasps as he flies towards the ground, landing with a loud thud and an even louder grunt. You’re quick to crawl on top of him and pin him down, but he’s not going down that easily. He flips you as soon as you lift one leg to get higher above him, making you gasp when he flips you onto your back. Just like him though, you’re not going down without a fight. 

He smirks down at you as he pins your arms, sweat beading on his forehead. “One...two...” he starts to mockingly count, making you squint your eyes up at him. Before he can get to three though, you lift your hips up and throw him up above your body. He grunts as his face makes impact with the floor, letting go of your wrists to quickly push himself back up onto his hands to regain some balance.

With your arms now free, you wrap your arms around his torso, tucking yourself tight against his chest as you pull yourself up his body a bit, hearing the hammering of his heart for a second. Wrapping your left arm around his right, you tuck the arm into his side, causing him to lose his balance completely. With no arm holding him up, he topples over to his right, letting you use that momentum to roll back on top of him. 

With you in control again, your legs pin his thighs down while your hands hastily pin his down just like how he had done to you. He pants as he stares up at you, the sweat on his forehead sliding back towards his hairline. You smirk when he doesn’t try to throw you off, impressed with that last move you did. He’s never seen something like that before, even after all these years of fighting. 

“I win,” you boast after counting to three, letting go of his wrists and sitting back. You swipe at your forehead when you feel the sweat there threatening to fall down your face, your chest heaving with each breath you take as you try to regain oxygen back into your desperate lungs. Just as you’re about to get off of Spike though, you feel something. It has your body completely freezing as you assess what it is. 

“Is that your gun I’m feeling or are you unusually excited about losing?” you promptly ask, unsure of which one you want it to be. You can feel a newfound heat spreading through your body though, that being a telltale for your brain to know what it wants the answer to be. You blame the fact that you’re up in space and only stop on planets for bounties. No one on this goddamn starship has gotten laid in months because they’ve been so busy. 

“What can I say? I love the kind of woman that can kick my ass.” 

Your jaw drops open a bit at his words, your cheeks getting hotter when you see his eyes are heavy-lidded and clouded with lust. “What?” you breathe, suddenly finding it hard to speak. Instead of verbally replying to you though, he grabs the back of your neck and tugs you down for a kiss. Despite the initial shock of being kissed by the self-proclaimed ‘woman hater,' you quickly melt into the kiss. The kiss is immediately one full of passion, desperation, and need. As you explore the other’s mouth, your teeth clack against each other rather painfully every so often, but neither of you pulls away from the messy kiss, even as drool starts to slide down Spike’s cheek.

It may be messy, but it’s probably the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. 

Well, that is until he flips you over again just like he had done earlier, and you almost whine when he doesn’t instantly go back to kissing you. He smirks at the wretched look etched across your face, using the back of his hand to wipe the spit off his face as he studies you, almost as if he were trying to figure out just what he should do with you. “Open up,” he suddenly directs, grabbing your cheeks with one hand to hold your face in place for him. Without hesitation you comply, parting your lips eagerly for him, eyes locked on his as you gaze up out from under him. A devilish grin stretches across his face at your willingness to follow his order without question, and he leans down, his face moving to hover over yours. And before you can even realize what he’s doing, he’s spitting into your mouth. 

You make a muffled noise in confusion, trying to process the fact that he had just spat into your mouth, treating you as if you were nothing more than the scum beneath his feet. You know that you should be more than beyond pissed, to push him off of you and storm up right from out of there. And yet despite that, you can’t help the way his downright filthy and untamed behavior manages to turn you on. 

“There. Now we’re even,” he says softly between pants, a devilish smirk on his face. He’s then surging forward, reconnecting your lips with his for another desperate kiss, during which you can’t help but moan between the gasps of air you take. Your noises only grow more frequent and louder in volume as he starts grinding against you teasingly. Though neither of you has removed any clothes, you can still feel just how much he has to offer, and the thought alone excites you. His hands roam your bare thighs, going from there up to your bare midriff. 

“God, you’re so fucking sexy. I’ve wanted to do this ever since your dumbass walked onto the Bebop,” Spike admits through a groan after pulling away from the kiss, letting his head drop forward a bit as he grinds against you harder. 

“Then stop wasting time,” you hiss, spreading your legs further for him. He chuckles lowly and tilts his head to look back up at you, wearing his usual smirk on his lips. 

“Beg for it,” he commands, his voice sounding so deep that it sounds downright sinister, especially with that demand. 

“No,” you grit out, trying to keep your hips from gravitating up towards his warm body to his hard cock that he’s refusing to give you. You weren’t going to stoop that low for him and you decided that you would keep your pride till the very end. He raises a brow at your denial, pulling away to lean back on his knees, looking down at you as his fingers move to knock against your chin to tilt your head up towards him. 

“No? Hm, okay,” he replies all too calmly, making your skin tingle with the possibilities of what he’s planning. You gasp when he unexpectedly forces two fingers past your lips and into your mouth, your moan being stopped by his fingers. His fingers taste salty, like sweat, and despite the fact it’s a little gross, you’re loving it all the same. Your eyes flutter up at him, his watching you with supposed disinterest. 

You know better though. 

You’re able to read him like a book now. His face appears blank and impartial, but it’s the little things that give him away. The way his eyes stare transfixed at how your lips suck him in, the way his chest rises and falls faster and faster each time you rove your tongue against his fingers, the way his pants are getting tighter and his hips jump up slightly anytime you give his digits a harsh suck. He can try all he wants to hide how he’s really feeling, but you know him more than he likes to admit. 

He lets out a groan when you reach up and bring another one of his fingers into your mouth, his head falling back as he thrusts his hips down against yours. You mewl at the friction that’s returned, sucking hard on his fingers and rubbing your tongue against his fingers faster. 

You whimper around his digits when his free hand suddenly comes down and rubs you through your shorts. Your legs part further for him yet again, craving for more of his touch on your throbbing cunt. He chuckles when he sees this, using that hand to slide your shorts down. 

He manically grins when he finds that you’re not wearing panties, his eyes trained on your wet pussy. “No panties, hm?” he teases, starting to stroke his fingers up from your dripping hole to your swollen clit. “You were over here training with no panties on like a true slut, weren’t ya?” he coos, slipping a single finger in. It feels good, but it's nowhere near enough to get you off and he knows that. 

“You sure you don’t wanna beg, baby? This pretty pussy here looks quite desperate for my cock,” he purrs, rubbing his thumb across your clit with his other hand. You shake your head, your breathing starting to become as labored as when you were fighting. “Still no? Alright then.”

He slips his finger out of you as well as removes his thumb from your clit. You whine before you can stop yourself. It doesn’t go unheard. “Last chance, love. Beg for it,” he growls, squinting his eyes down at you. 

“No,” you growl right back, glaring up at him in defiance.

“Fine,” he grunts out. “You can take care of it yourself since you want to act like such a damn brat.” And with that he pulls away from your touch completely, bringing himself back to his feet as he dusts himself off and turns to walk away from your disheveled form on the ground and walking towards the exit.

Another thing that comes with knowing how to read someone like a book is knowing when they’re bluffing right through their teeth to get what they want out of you. So, naturally, you call him out on his bluff. 

Pushing yourself up by your elbows, you smirk back up at him mischievously. “What is it, Spiegel? Trying to run away from a fight that you started with your tail between your legs? Seems a bit cowardly, doncha think?” you taunt. 

And just like that, he’s stopping in his tracks. 

“You really don’t know when to keep that mouth of yours shut, do you?” He replies cooly, swiftly walking back over to you and using his heel to push at your shoulder to force you back to the ground. The force of his actions knocks the wind out of you for a moment, but you’re quick to recover. 

“Ah, but you love this mouth of mine, don’t you? So much so that you’ve been wanting to take me ever since—what was it?—that I walked onto the Bebop? Seems like you like me a bit more than you try to let on,” you reply with a shit-eating grin. He huffs and shoves his foot off of you before standing in a lazy stance in front of you, his shoulders slouched as he pockets his hands. 

“I’m not gonna help you get you off anymore if that’s what you’re going for,” he says lowly, trying to act as if he’s unbothered by it all. You clench your jaw at his words despite knowing that he wants nothing more than to jump your bones right now. He’s just too stubborn to admit it and to give in to his desires. Well, two can play at that game. You’re just as stubborn as he is, if not more so. 

“Fine. Feel free to see yourself out then,” you sass, spreading your legs to show your naked core. His eyes immediately flicker down to your drooling cunt, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. Your own lips quirk up into a smirk, your hand lowering down to your heat with a hum. Once your hand starts to flick your swollen clit, your clenching hole oozes more of your arousal. “Ah, fuck,” you moan dramatically, wanting to egg Spike on further. You watch his hands clench by his side, his jaw clamping shut as he tries to convince himself to walk away to win this fight. 

“Will you cut it out? Jet or Faye could walk in at any minute!” he hisses, going as far as to kick his foot out to lightly nudge you. 

“Yeah? How come it was okay for you to do this to me, but now it’s a problem? Hm?” you start, dipping two of your fingers into your hole with a pornographic moan. “Scared they might see what you think is yours? Hm? You think Jet or Faye wants to touch me this way? Wh-” 

Before you can even blink, he’s hovering over you again with one hand tugging your fingers out of your squelching hole while the other is pulling your hair harshly. You let out a groan of pain, your eyes rolling back into your head for a moment.

“Listen here, slut. This pussy is mine and if you even think for a goddamn second that I would let them-” He stops talking when you start giggling, causing his face to only scrunch up further in anger. He realizes then that you were just egging him on, trying to get him to snap and spill the truth. “You’re going to wish you had just begged,” he says in between staggered breaths, his body becoming an inferno with newfound heat and lust. 

“Challenge accepted,” you breathe out before his lips crash against yours. His teeth gnaw at your lip and he forces his tongue into your mouth, his fingers hooking inside of your cunt to hit that spongey spot every single time. You moan into the kiss, your hips thrusting up a bit to meet his fingers’ thrust. 

And only a few minutes later, you’re cumming. Jesus, he really knows what he’s doing with those fingers. You pull away from the kiss, whining when he continues to finger fuck you. “Spike,” you stutter out, grabbing his wrist to try and get him to stop or at least slow down. 

“What?” he growls, his eyes watching as he continues to finger-bang you. 

“I’m sensitive, stop,” you whine. You and he know good and well that if you really wanted him to stop, you could force him to stop. You like that you have no control over him though, no control over your own body. 

“Cry about it,” he bites back, glaring down a you. You groan as he continues to use his fingers on you, trying to draw another orgasm out of you. Your eyes roll back into your head, your legs clamping down around his arm to yet again try to stop him. 

You see your mistake now. Maybe you really should have just asked nicely for his cock. Because now, he’s just going to keep making you cum in any and every way he knows how until he’s satisfied. 

When you start getting close to your second orgasm, you look up at him again to find him evilly grinning down at you. “Yeah, take it like the slut you are,” he coos, moving his fingers deeper inside of you. You cry out as your orgasm slams into you, your body quaking beneath him. 

You gasp in relief when he rips his fingers out of you, watching as he stares at his fingers in mock disgust as he makes a scissoring motion in the air. “You’re fucking soaked…” he comments, seemingly more so to himself than to you as he watches your cum stick to his fingers as he pulls them apart before pushing them back together to repeat the action. 

His eyes suddenly flicker to you, a sadistic smile on his face. “Ready for the real thing, slut?” he taunts as he unzips his pants and pulls his dick out. Your eyes shift down and bulge at the sight of it. His cock is veiny and sits heavy in his hand, the tip reaching way past where he holds it at the base. His eyes are lidded as he swipes the head through your cum that’s still dribbling out of your cunt. 

“Be a good girl and take it,” he whispers just before pushing it into the base. 

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Spaced Out - Spike Spiegel

notes - I watched cowboy bebop and found my type in spike spiegel. i need him carnally, so i thought i'd start with something fluffy for now before it gets angsty. plus ive been cleaning all day and needed to take a little break. I think I for sure want to do a part II, so let me know if you wanna be tagged in it <3 word count - 1165 genre - fluff

“She’s not waking up.” you heard a deep voice say as you slightly came to consciousness.

“I’m not blind, Jet. Think she died?” you heard another voice pitch in. It sounded playful, but deep; just not as deep as the first man’s voice – Jet.

“Nah, I don’t think it’s that bad… hm…”

You felt your eyes try to open, but it wasn’t working. You wanted to stretch, do anything that would signal that you could hear what was happening around you, but nothing was working.

“How’d she even end up here?” the second voice asked.

“You know that bounty I was trying to catch?”

“It’s her?!”

“No, no, she was just nearby when I was trying to catch the guy… She got wrapped up in all of it and the asshole knocked her out.”

“No shit.” the second voice chuckled and you heard the sound of a lighter and smelled cigarette smoke.

Somehow, that got you to feel a little more alive and you were able to slightly open your eyes. A groan came out of you as your eyelashes fluttered open.

“She’s waking up!” Jet said. When you opened your eyes, you saw the man, who had a metal arm and a very concerned expression on his rugged face.

“Well, would you look at that?” the other man puffed at his cigarette and chuckled.

“Spike, come on, be nice. She could really be hurt.”

When you were able to get your eyes to open with ease, you turned to look at the other man – Spike – and you felt like this was all suddenly a dream.

“Where am I?” you managed to say. The slur in your voice was embarrassing.

“Don’t worry,” Jet said. “We’re not here to hurt you–”

“Or kidnap you.” Spike spoke up.

“Shut up, Spike.” Jet turned to you and grabbed both of your hands softly. “Do you know your name?”

You nodded. “y/n. It’s y/n.”

“y/n,” Jet said softly. “I’m Jet.”

“Nice to meet you.” you tried. Your voice sounded tired and it felt like you were still drifting in and out of sleep.

“Do you live nearby?” Jet asked.

You looked around the area you were in, but it looked to be the inside of a ship. A little messy, but comfortable.

“How would I know if I’m on a ship?” you chuckled.

Jet’s face turned bright red. “We-We’re not kidnapping you, I am so sorry, uh…” He looked frantically around him and Spike chuckled, putting out his cigarette on a metal table next to him.

“y/n, can you walk?” Spike asked.

You looked down at your hands and they looked as though they were spinning. You were incredibly dizzy, so there was probably no chance.

“I don’t think so.”

“You wouldn’t mind if I carried you, would you?” Spike leaned in strikingly close to your face and you had to move back a bit.

“Uh…”

“Spike, don’t scare the poor thing!” Jet pushed Spike back and apologized on his behalf.

“I wouldn’t mind… I don’t think. I don’t really know if my brain is working properly, to be honest.” you laughed.

“See, Jet, the little lady doesn’t mind.”

“Spike, don't.”

Spike walked over and wrapped his long arm underneath your knees. He whispered a light apology under his breath and picked you up with ease. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and looked away from him with a red face. You couldn’t tell if it was from being unconscious and still being barely a human or the truth, but Spike was really good looking. “You ready, my dear?” he asked.

You nodded and looked over at Jet, who looked upset.

“Oh, quit pouting, Jet. I won’t be out long. And who knows, maybe I’ll catch the man you couldn’t.”

Jet huffed while Spike left with you in his arms. When the two of you stepped out of the ship, it was night and the sky was full of bright stars. The last thing you remember was going shopping around midday, so how long were you out?

“Know where you are?” Spike asked.

You looked at your surroundings, even if a little dizzy. Immediately, you recognized the port where Spike and Jet parked their ship.

“I live in town.” you told him. “Not too far from here.” You lazily pointed to the town just outside the port and Spike began walking that way. He took it easy as to not make you dizzier than you already were and you appreciated that.

“So you’re a bounty hunter?” you asked. Your voice sounded less slurred, so that was good.

“Yeah, somethin’ like that. What about you, love?”

You could feel yourself blush and were thankful for the night sky. “I used to be a bounty hunter.”

“Shit, really?”

You nodded. “I don’t do it much anymore. Wanted to settle down. Now I sell info.”

“You make good money that way?”

“Great money. Lots of people looking for info around here, so it makes my job easy.”

“Sounds nice. Settling down.”

“It’s all right.” you admitted. You felt yourself dissociating and getting much too tired, but you continued. “Sometimes I miss running around and trying to live in the stars.”

Spike hummed, but left it at that. It was as if he noticed you weren’t quite there.

“Sorry.” you mumbled.

“For what?”

“Getting you involved.”

“I should be saying that, silly. You must be real tired.”

You smiled and closed your eyes. “Something like that.”

“Well, hey, no falling asleep yet. Which one’s your place?”

“Two more rights. Then a left. The one with the blue door. There should be a key under the mat.”

“All right, sweetheart. We’re almost there.” Spike picked up the pace until you two made it. He squatted down and fished for the key, which he luckily found. When he opened the door, you were hit with the smell of your own home.

You felt Spike’s arms leave your body and instead felt the plush couch beneath you.

“Do you live with anyone else?” Spike whispered.

You shook your head. “Just me.” your eyes were still closed, so all you could feel was Spike’s warm, cigarette-scented breath on your cheek.

“You gonna be okay?”

“I think so.”

“You need a hospital.” Spike tucked your hair behind your ear gently.

“Do I?”

“I think so?” Spike chuckled. “I dunno, I’ve been shot a dozen times and end up fine.”

“Same.” You curled over on your side.

“Please be safe.” His voice was soft.

You turned to look at him in the dark of your living room. He looked like a beautiful silhouette.

“Why?” you asked.

“I want to see you again.”

You smiled even though you knew he couldn’t see it.

“You will.”

“Promise?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

You could see in his shadow that he shoved his hands in his pockets. “I expect a date next time. You know, for saving your life.”

You laughed. “Whatever you say, space cowboy.”

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here to help — spike spiegel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

now, though, you were anything but quiet.

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

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

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

spike was fed up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you need some help?"

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

"are- are you serious?"

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

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

"you gotta say it, sweetheart."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"anything?" he echoed with a giddy smile.

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

"ha-a, ah! spike!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"spike! where the hell have you been?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"well, yeah, but-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"riiight. sure, sweetheart."

[demigoddessqueens]

whatever happens, happens Valentine 💌 💘

HERE ON MASTERLIST 9

Valentine's Headcanons include…

Spike is not the kind to really indulge in something like Valentine's Day, not really into the whole "lovey dovey" scene. Comes with his past and all.

May or may not tease you about Valentine's, especially if you really enjoy the holiday or what comes along with it.

But he is observant, and he'll put something together for you once he gets a glimpse of what you like.

Cue a surprise you find in your room of small gifts, trinkets that he put together for you. Along with a crudely written note:

"Whatever happens, happens Valentine. I'm in the living room, if you ever want to talk."

Who says he doesn't have a heart?

[lostbluejayart]

[This piece is a mere abstract interpretation of a conversation between Spike and Niah while the ‘sun’ slowly sets on Mars, which is where the surrounding theme of twilight in their story takes place. Originally in my mind, I would have drawn Niah in a gown with a pink sheer kimono falling off her shoulders, but I decided to go with something casual such as high-waist pants, tank, and a button-down shirt for this variation. ]

It’s a languid, moony scene where Spike walks into her yard to find her lounging on a lawn chair, sipping on some red wine and enjoying the scenery of her garden. She doesn’t appear to realize his presence quite yet, as her mind was lost in the enchantment of a daydream for a while now, making her lose partial focus on reality. But for just a moment, Spike stands still to bask in the quiet scene, eyes half-lidded beneath the shadow of his curly fringes as he watches her swallowed up in touches of red and green, smoke from his cigarette swirling across his vision. Spike can only admire from afar. At a distance. With a heart that aches at the sight of her. A heart full of yearning, tastes bittersweet upon his tongue, like forbidden fruit he desires to take a bite out of for just a measly taste. A simple drop of sweet wine that taints her lips a blushing red.

[venushasvixens]

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

And you see this gorgeous face.

[sweetchildcloud]

||Depression reliever|| written by me as a gift for @rendartgrimson

Spike x Depressed!Reader,friends to lovers trope

Plot: you feel depressed and Spike helps you out ;)

Tags:se*,caring,love,depression,cuddling,nestling,warm,couple.

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia

“Look into my eyes” Spike commanded.

When you looked up at him, his face was only an inch from yours. His breath was hot on your neck as he leaned back towards you. His teeth clenched together, but his breath kept coming fast as he moved into you with each thrust.

“Look at me” He ordered once more, the look of passion in his eyes almost making it feel like he was staring directly through you.

His fingers tightened into your shoulders, bringing just a hint of pain. His teeth bit down on your neck, the sensation of his sharp teeth digging into your skin heightening the feeling of his touch.

His speed picked up from slow and deliberate to fast and hard. Each thrust became more erratic.

"I love you~nhm" You whimpered gripping Spike shoulders “That’s all you have to say...y/n" He breathed in your ear.

“Say it again” He groaned. “Just keep saying it” He moaned. "I mhn love you-ahn~" You repeated endlessly between moans and whimpers as you both slowly reached your peak.

As you said that he moaned loudly pounding into harder as his grip on you tightened even more as he felt his climax approaching. His eyes squeezed shut and he bit down on your neck once more. After a few seconds, he pulled out and collapsed down next to you, his breath coming in heavy pants

He stayed like that, the two of you laying out beside each other, breathing heavily. After a minute, he rolled over to his side and tucked himself next to you. “How’s that depression now?” He smirked as he snuggled up next to you. "it's still there but…Spike do u think we used eachother just now?" You asked looking at yout hands "because…it feels like that right now" “Hm” he pondered, his head nuzzling into your shoulder. He turned slightly to look at you. “Yeah, we did use each other just now”

"so...you...i mean...we..i." You couldn't speak,you loved Spike but thinking that right now you used him for releaving your depression made you rot inside "i'm sorry" You sobbed

“Oh shush” He spoke, his hand moving up so he could wipe away your tears. “It’s alright, we’re both using each other. I needed pleasure, and you needed to release some of what’s trapped inside of you. It’s fine, don’t overthink this”

"But...I love you....I.." you sobbed more feeling guilty

He pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you tightly in his arms. “I know” He whispered, kissing the back of your neck. “I know"

"Why love need to be so complicated?" You sniffed out as you sobbed "I hate it,I hate myself for doing that,I.. don't know what love is anymore"

“You know exactly what love is” He spoke softly. His hand ran through the strands of your hair as he whispered into your ear. “Love is messy and complicated. It’s selfish and selfless. Love is a constant contradiction until everything melts away and the only thing that matters is one another.”

"Is that how our love is? Just..nothing?" You pushed away Spike sniffing

He rolled off of you, his gaze meeting your eyes as he lay beside you. “No.” He spoke, his voice strong as it was always when it came to you. “Ours is so much more than that” He cupped your neck with his hand, leaning up towards you. “Ours is the best kind of messy. The kind where we’re still learning, but every step of the way is full of love”

He brushed your hair behind your ear. His lips curled up into an adorable pout. He spoke in a playful tone. “And it’s the kind where we can just get lost in each other and everything else just melts away, and we forget how complicated our lives really are”

“Because, no matter what we have or how messy things are, it doesn’t matter” He leaned in a bit closer, his voice just above a whisper. “Because we have each other and that’s all that matters”

He moved his hands to your waist “I’m sorry if it seemed complicated right now, because it’s honestly the simplest thing in the world.” He moved down towards your neck and kissed it, letting out a satisfied groan as he did so.

"The only thing I know is that...my heart can't stop talking whenever I see you" You reached for Spike hand placing it on your naked chest feeling your fast heartbeat

He stared at your chest, his fingers wrapping around yours. He felt your heartbeat pounding against his palm as it continued to beat quickly. “Neither can mine” He leaned down, and kissed the center of your chest.

“I could hold you like this for the rest of our lives" He chuckled, curling his body into a ball so he could wrap his arm tightly around you. “You know that right? I love you, and I will always love you. All the good, and all the messy”

His fingers started to comb through your hair as he hugged you tightly. “No matter what happens, or how hard life can sometimes seem to get, you are the most important thing to me and I can never lose you” He squeezed you tight, his lips pressing into your neck, his face into your hair. “I love you. I love you. I love you”

You squeezed him right back. His breath was the only thing in the world that truly mattered to you right now as you pressed yourself into him. His warmth felt soothing against you, giving you the feeling that nothing in the world could ever bother you again. “I love you too” You whispered.

He squeezed you even tighter, his arms wrapped tightly around you with every ounce of his being. “I’m never letting you go” He spoke softly, his words almost sounding like a promise.

You smiled, pressing your face even harder into his chest. The warmth of him felt like home. You couldn’t ask for anything better than this, right now. This was the kind of warmth you wished you could wrap yourself in every day. His arms were wrapped around you so tightly, so perfectly. It felt so natural to be this close against him, his scent filling the air and making you feel so at peace.

Man I didn't know it would that long but I hope you like this

[manias-wordcount]

^_^ could i req a fic where spike speculates reader is pregnant because of some very *very* obvious signs, but reader doesnt fully realize it yet so she's just confused on why spike's acting so different

Growing Questions (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝗼𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

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

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It wasn’t like the two of you were really trying for it to happen, per se. But…

At some point, he had stopped wearing condoms. And sometime after that, you had casually mentioned something about not wanting to go through the hassle of renewing your birth control because life on the Bebop doesn’t really offer its residents the most stable address to give doctors when going in for their usual healthcare visits. So you stopped taking them. And eventually, he even stopped pulling out too- much to your delight, he rather quickly found out.

So in truth, he’s not stupid. He knew the consequences of playing with fire. He knew the odds of it happening, even if you both had been particularly lucky for the better half of a year. And besides, it’s been a conversation between the two of you a few times already. What you would do if you had kids? Do you even want kids ever? Would you continue being a bounty hunter or would you leave that life behind? What names for a boy? What names for a girl? 

So many questions. So many thoughts and hypotheticals were entertained. So, so many that he thought the two of you had covered all the bare necessities at the very least. He thought the two of you were on the same page. He thought the two of you knew exactly how the other would feel in this situation. He thought the two of you knew exactly how to happen in those early moments of figuring things out together. But…

Now that he thinks you’re pregnant but you haven’t said anything, he’s not really sure what to do anymore.

“Spike?” 

He hears the mumble of his name fall from your sleepy lips, and instantly he’s tugging you closer to his body and pressing a chaste kiss to the space behind your ear. The soft giggle you let out as his lips make contact with your skin is reaffirming to him. But then again, so is just about everything else you did with him today. 

The two of you have been spooning in his room for hours now. He found you cuddled up under his sheets right as he returned from a light night job. Though to him, it was no surprise. You had been a little more clingy lately. A little bit moody too. And that’s usually something he didn’t handle well. He was never the most sensitive soul. But Faye pointed out to him a couple weeks ago how you have been acting a little different lately. Little things like being tired out more easily and having to take naps more often throughout the day. Little things like you suddenly being a bit more sensitive about changes in your body that you usually wouldn’t mind. But all of sudden, your favorite bras are your worst enemies because you don’t want anything or anyone- not even him- to touch your boobs anymore. And all of sudden, a little bit of bloating is the end of the world for you, even if it just ends up being the perfect excuse for you to throw on one of his oversized t-shirts and call it a day. 

And even some “not-so” little things have cropped up and caused some alarm. Like you throwing up whatever you ate last night nearly every single morning. And the fact that you so suddenly seem to not be able to stand some of the things you used to love. And even the big one: you missed your period by a good couple of weeks at least. And didn't say a damn thing about it.

But as Faye pointed out, you seemed mostly fine with others. And they were just a few little things.

A few little things that all pointed to you being pregnant. 

So when he entered his room, all tired and cranky from a bounty made way hard for the price it was worth, he didn’t bother thinking twice about crawling into bed right behind you. He just slung an arm around your waist and placed a hand underneath your night shirt and against your stomach- just in case- and held you while you both slept. 

For most of the day, the two of you only left the bed long enough to get something to eat or use the bathroom (which “strangely” involved him standing behind you and holding back your hair while you puked your guts out during the early morning hours). But otherwise, you had been so sweet and soft with him that it’s hard to imagine that you’re holding this a secret from him. But you gotta be, right?

Right?

“What is it, princess?” He murmurs back to you, being careful not to raise his voice too loud in such a serene moment. He had learned the hard way how much you did not like that with the way you began to pout and get grumpy at him when he didn’t whisper while answering one of your questions from earlier.

You didn’t answer for a good bit. And after a moment, he couldn’t help but wonder if you had fallen back asleep before you got to ask your question. It’s not the first time you’ve done that. But you’re doing it so much more often lately that he feels like it’s just another sign. But out of the blue, you took a deep breath through your nose. And a second later, you made a noise of disgust. One so prominent and clear that he could already picture your scrunched-up nose and the sour face you were pulling.

“Is Jet making Bell Peppers and Beef again?” You whined, wiggling around in his grip. At your action, he loosened his hold on you, but he’s careful not to let go of you fully. He couldn’t stand the face you gave him a couple of hours ago when he let go of you to roll onto his other side. But with your question, he feels like he’s just about to break your heart again. Because he already knows that Jet is making Bell Peppers and Beef. He was the one who had to pick up the peppers for today’s meal, after all. But as far as he knows, you haven’t left his side all day. So you shouldn’t have been able to tell what was on the menu for the day unless he told you. But he didn’t. He just didn’t.

“You can smell that from here?” He asks instead, and he’s met with a pitiful and weak sound coming from your lips. It’s adorable, really. And Faye mentioned being wary of a potentially heightened sense of smell. But the kitchen is pretty far away from where the two of you are at the moment…

“Can you tell Jet not to make that anymore?” You request, before scooching back into Spike and settling into his tight grip once more. You then took the covers the two of you were lying beneath and tugged them up a little higher, so they could cover up your nose. Something he knows for a fact that you didn’t used to do until recently.“I don’t like peppers! They just smell awful.”

“Really now? You used to like it plenty in the past.” He muses out loud. He tries to lay a bait for you. Something that would get you talking. Talking about things without even thinking about it. Talking about things you might have been trying to keep secret from him. “What’s changed?”

“Oh,” You respond dumbly, almost as if you were genuinely surprised by the thought of you ever enjoying that meal peacefully in the past. “Well, I don’t like it anymore.”

He frowns at your response. It’s not very helpful. But then again, he wasn’t really expecting it to be. Because part of him wants to think you’re being dishonest, as much as it pains him to admit it. Parts of him think you’re hiding the fact that you’re pregnant from him. At most, you could only be just a few weeks along. Not even out of the first trimester yet. But he keeps rationalizing to himself that this is a secret you’re holding from him. That this is a secret that you’re holding from him for a reason. Because you’re scared of his reaction. Because you don’t know how to tell him. Because you just don’t know how to handle and cope with this being real.

But at the same time, there’s another idea in his mind. 

One that Faye planted. One that he really doesn’t want to believe because of the absurdity of it. But one that is getting harder and harder to deny with every passing interaction between the two of you. 

The idea that you don’t actually know you’re pregnant yet.

It feels stupid. It feels possible. Because once someone opens his eyes to the possibility of you being pregnant, it’s all he could ever think about. The chances of it happening. All of the signs confirm it. It’s all he could think about. It’s all he obsessed over. So you can’t not know. You just can’t not know yet.

Can you?