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stargazer-dreamer · 1 year

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Attuned Inside

character: spike spiegel

reader: gender neutral. grim reaper

content warnings: canon-typical violence. hospitalization. suicidal tendencies

notes: also on ao3. 2k word count. set within the cotard and i alone verse. unreliable narrator. a look at your pressing thought. and after

He got a hold of your scythe, once. It was an ugly thing—but he sure didn’t think so. Not with the way he looked at it. Not in the way he wanted it.

“In the last few years, I’ve seen my fair share of death. But I’ve never seen you guide any of their souls,” he tilted his head in your direction but his eyes still trained on the crescent blade. “Do you still take—” here, his lips split, like he already knew the answer before he even asked: “—or is mine the only one you care about?”

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Where his soul would end up, you knew. You did not want to know. The life he lived before—money, and lives, and crime, and rise—you were certain. The below awaited him. Despite everything after, ascension was never in his cards; the pearly gates would not take him, you knew. But if eternity in the wastes was his fate, you knew without a doubt—you would beg on your hands and knees to be let in as well. Your sentence, infinite as it might be, would mean nothing without his presence; empty, perpetually.

(For Spike, you were willing to raise your scythe towards The Creator himself.)

You kept him mortal for as long as you could. You couldn’t turn back the clock—he was as conscious as his body would allow him to be—but you were afraid that if you didn’t push his soul back into place, you would never see him again. He was your human just as much as you could tell he fancied you his death.

Mortality could only last for so long. You knew this quite intimately. Carnally. Eventually, of course, his body would not be able to hold him. Rejection of the soul was common enough—to roam or to ascend—but, you were quite slow to realize, it seemed Spike was trying to artificially replicate that process.

“To be with you,” he had said, once, lying in his own pool of blood, after you had questioned him about it.

He was out on a hunt, alone, in the darker shadows of the solar system. The chase was a fairly long one; they were fast, fear driving the bounty further and further—but Spike was on their heels, not giving up. Not when the reward was so high. Not when he had sat in that ship, bored and hungry. It went awry, unfortunately, when the wanted decided running simply wasn’t enough: the bullet had lodged deep into Spike’s side. He stumbled, coming to a slow, painful stop. And after a long moment against the wall, he collapsed in the alleyway as the hunted escaped.

Under normal circumstances, Spike would be dead within moments—a reaper sent to collect. He had lost too much, running himself dry, with no one around to help him and not enough strength to stand. Fortunately, for you, his soul was still yours to take; caught outside the net of impermanence, ever within reach.

So, you watched.

His body was a nice one. Lean and kept in shape, crisscrossed with scars and remnants of old injuries—nose healed wrong and knuckles slightly askew. Parts of him not even his, parts of him missing, parts of him he wasn’t even fully aware of. He was beautiful. You had spent so much time staring at him, watching the light fade from his eyes as he rapidly drowned in red. Deliciously.

He was yours, that much was for certain. With his soul in your hand, you could do whatever you wanted with it. “You want to be with me?”

“Yes,” he’s never looked so sure, bleeding out. “Take me.”

Tugging at the tendon brought forth a noise from within him. You’ve heard it before. You pulled harder. He squeezed his eyes shut. He breathed. He breathed again.

Once more, through a trembling smile, barely held together against the brick wall—“Take me.”

Eyes locked. You stood towering over him, the beginnings of his soul in one hand and your scythe in the other. For a moment, one blissful second in bullet time, you allowed yourself to dream of an eternity with him. Together, forever, until hereafter ran out. You thought of a reaper companion; Spike wasn’t someone who would wield a scythe—you couldn’t imagine it—but movement from the corner of your vision stole your attention before you could indulge further.

You supposed you should inform him. “Your body is being moved.”

His eyes grew wide as the blue and red lights came alternating. “Take me,” he said, desperately now. “Before they pump me full again. Before you leave me again. Take me.”

His spirit clung to you as his physical form was rushed to a hospital, the ride brutalizing and overwhelming. When you simply held him, he tried again—“Reaper,” wavering at the seams, he peered inside of you. “Do you hear me? I want you to take me. Please.”

On his knees, he looked so pathetic. Spike had never begged you before. You were so taken aback by this pure vulnerability, so suddenly, that all you could do was stare. You held him. He clung to you. You held him. His body was refilled.

(You loved him. There was only one way to be with him forever. You were going to love him forever.)

You made up your mind. Without further words, you began pushing him back into his body.

It was the first time Spike had ever fought against you. Still weakened beyond belief, all he could manage was to thrash around, wildly, away from the direction of his physical form. Twisting and kicking, it broke your heart—what was left of it, anyway—but of being of the other, you overpowered him, easily, and got him two-thirds of the way in before you gripped his jaw in your hand, rougher than you intended—but you leaned closer regardless.

“You have to go back,” you told him. “It’s not your time.”

“The hell it isn’t,” voice as low as you’ve ever heard it, he wasn’t begging now. Far from it. “It was my time long ago.” And when your grip slackened, his lips crooked. “I’m not afraid to take my chances with the big man, himself. At least he wouldn’t think twice about where to send me.”

You shoved him the rest of the way in. There, above his still form, you hoped he wouldn’t remember anything when he woke up—however long from now that may be. He had lost so much, so quickly. You hoped he would wake up. You hoped it was soon.

And when his eyes remained closed, monitors slowly beeping, and his partner finally got word of his whereabouts, you stood in the corner for the entire length of his visit. Quiet. Staring. Watching.

Jet, with his back towards you (always), spoke aloud, “You haven’t taken him yet.” He stayed silent for a moment, perhaps waiting for a response. When you gave him none (always), he turned his head in your direction, just a fraction. “Playing with him will only hurt him more.”

The words were out before you could even stop them—“I’m not playing with him. I don’t want to hurt him.”

“All you’ve ever done is hurt him!” In the droning silence of the cold, white, hospital room, his voice was louder than ever. “If it’s his time, than it’s his time. I let you on my ship and you don’t do a single thing but needlessly haunt my partner. He spends most of his time looking for you, and you don’t even have the decency to—”

“I don’t want him down there,” if you had tear ducts, you supposed they would be flooded. Drowning, “I don’t want him in agony for the rest of time.”

“He’s already in agony!” a metal fist firmly in the wall, Jet fully faced you for the first time since the two of you met. “Look at him,” a gesture to Spike’s motionless form. “He constantly puts himself in danger because of you. If you don’t want him down there, figure out a solution—eat his soul for all I care—just stop him from doing this to himself!”

He broke, then. “He’s hurting more than just one of us.”

(You are going to love him forever. You are going to love him forever. There was only one way. There was only one way. You want to love him forever. You want to love him forever.)

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After you severed his soul from its mortal existence, your list of stories returned to you—and with it, the countless patients left within your care. Eternity went on. Word eventually came from above: you had your duty—as he is now just as much of you as you are yourself, the two of you would continue to reap. Together. And like that, eternity went on.

He was granted no scythe. He was not summoned for judgement. When you asked around about it, your answer came: he was you. You were him. A reaper only needed one scythe, after all.

You supposed he would have been sentenced, had the proper procedures taken place. Eating him surely was the most drastic approach you could have taken—but for Spike, you would have done anything to keep him close. As it so happened, that sort of thing doesn’t happen too often—not often enough for it to warrant substantial consequences on your end, anyway.

You severed Spike Spiegel’s soul from the land of the living. That was the job you were assigned—and you completed it. He was dead. No one could argue otherwise; no one could say you did it wrong. You had guided him; and it appeared The Creator agreed as well.

You asked him how it had felt to be devoured.

“Didn’t feel like anything,” and his form was as beautiful as it was in life. More so, now. Enhanced in a way only dispatching could achieve. He stood before you—you were ever so grateful you could still speak to him like this, apart of you as he was. “It wasn’t warm and it wasn’t cold…It felt like nothing.”

Nothing. You supposed that made sense. Here, in this realm, there was nothing. There was you—and now him, too.

Reaping souls was a lot like hunting bounties, Spike had said, once, after a particularly flighty essence had tried to escape its fate. He liked it when they ran. You watched and likened it much to a cat playing with it’s food. How he trailed, and played, and brought the end to their mortal existence.

(You lost track of how long it had been—was he like this in life, too? Hunting bounties; the thrill of the chase driving him forward, further, faster.)

And then, he found his gun. Admittedly, you didn’t know much about human firearms. You always figured he was a good shot—but the sheer accuracy in which he severed souls with these new ethereal bullets…

“Where did you find that?” you asked him, when he had used it, suddenly, shockingly, out of the blue on another struggling patient. One shot, ripping the soul from the body. Two shots, sending it on its way.

“I’ve always had it,” he reached around behind him and tucked it into the waistline of his pants. “I guess.” Shifting his weight, he looked at you; hand on his hip and appearing every bit apart of this world as you. The shadows hung under his eyes now, darkening his features—wonderful and sublime. A true reaper. Yours. “I never bothered to check.”

You didn’t quite believe that. If this was meant to be his scythe, his eternal tool, than he would have known about it from the start. He would have told you, if he knew, you were certain. But—it would have been hard to hide it, if he was lying. Even from himself, the gun that looked so much like his own back in the living world would have been inherently noticeable to him. To you. Though—admittedly, as often as you had spent watching him, in this realm and the other, he still found ways to surprise you.

(You wanted to believe him.)

You opened your mouth to speak these thoughts but was pulled into an embrace before the words could manifest. And when his lips met yours, otherworldly and daring, everything else swiftly left your mind. No, you were his and he was yours. That’s all that mattered. His soul belonged to you, intertwined within your very being, deep, incorporeal and everlasting, inseparable, until the day your sentence was over.

If, by then, you simply disappeared into nothingness, you hoped he would fade alongside you. Surely, he would; you and him as one. Nothing else would matter at that point.

(Surely.)

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loveneverfades · 11 months

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Spike and Julia

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#cowboy bebop #spike x julia #spike spiegel #julia cowboy bebop #bebop #see you space cowboy #julia x spike #spikexjulia #カウボーイビバップ #スパイク・スピーゲル #ジュリア #posted with permission #I have the contractual right to post this art as per arrangements made with the artist

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d2071art · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's Day! ^___^

#cowboy bebop #spike spiegel #faye valentine #spike x faye #see you space cowboy

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spikelovesjulia · 9 months

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#cowboy bebop #spike x julia #julia cowboy bebop #spike spiegel #bebop #see you space cowboy #Lucy Guusi #i have the artist's blessing to share this

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l0v3tast3 · 1 year

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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."

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

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lil-tokyo-42 · 7 months

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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-

#spike spiegel #spike spiegel x reader #spike spiegel headcanons #cowboy bebop #faye valentine #jet black #Edward lV #Win #beboptober 2023 cosmic rhythms #see you space cowboy #bebop #i can't get over him 😩#we love him tho #he's such a tease #im tired #pfft lol

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venushasvixens · 1 year

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

And you see this gorgeous face.

#fanfiction #cowboy bebop #faye valentine #90s anime #jet black #radio free mars #spike spiegel #see you space cowboy #spike spiegel x reader #spike spiegel headcanons #spike spiegel requests #radical ed #spike spiegel smut

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elysianavenue · 9 months

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Not Alone

Spike Spiegel x Reader (no pronouns)

Warnings: injury, lots of mentions of blood, reader has trouble asking for help.

Summary: Before you met Spike, you had gotten used to dealing with things on your own. When you get hurt, Spike tries to get you to realize that you're not alone anymore.

Word Count: 1008

Maybe he just didn't know you as well as he thought he did. It was funny, almost. After 3 whole years of being with you, he still couldn't tell when you were hurt. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe you were just too damn good at hiding it, after years and years of being alone.

To you, it had just become a habit. To deal with injuries on your own, constantly feeling as if you'd be a burden to anyone who'd be so kind as to offer the tiniest amount of help. That just wasn't you. You couldn't do that to people when you were fully capable of patching yourself up.

So when a target worth quite the amount of woolongs manages to get the better of you, you didn't give the burning pain on the left side of your waist a second thought. There were more important things going on, after all.

Luckily, you had your partner in crime with you. Spike had taken down the guy, and the two of you were very eager to retrieve your reward, the injury on your side already being forgotten. That is until you and Spike made it back to the Bebop.

The pain, which started off as a burning pain, then a throbbing pain, was now both of those and before you knew it, you were limping from the pain.

The thought of burdening Spike made you uneasy, so as best you could, you pushed through the pain and walked towards your room, ignoring the comments from Spike and Jet, both of which were asking where you were going.

"I'm tired, I'm going to lie down for a bit." Was all you said before disappearing.

Spike lied back on his yellow couch, arms resting under his head as he tried to push back the nagging thoughts that were telling him something was wrong with you. You'd tell him if something was wrong...Wouldn't you?

"Something happen?" Jet asked, his attention back to the tall man on the couch.

"We had a little bit of trouble with the guy, but I don't think anything more than that happened," Spike shrugged, lighting the cigarette he put between his teeth.

"You don't think?" Jet deadpanned.

Spike sighed and sat up, now wondering if maybe something more had happened. The guy was holding a knife...No, you would've said something. Or would you?

Deciding enough was enough, Spike stood up, dropping his cigarette and ignoring Jet's remarks that the ship wasn't his personal ash tray. He didn't care. He had to make sure you were okay.

Meanwhile, you stood in front of your mirror with your shirt off, blinking back the tears from the pain. It was a nasty wound. It was a deep cut and the amount of blood made you sick to your stomach.

Your shaky hands were busy cleaning the cut while your teeth were sunk into your bottom lip, trying to hold back the cries that so desperately wanted to escape.

A knock on your door made you yelp and before you could get a single word out, none other than Spike Spiegel let himself in.

"I just wanted to know if you were...," He trailed off, his eyes widening at your current state. Not to mention, the amount of blood.

"Shit, Y/n." He ran over to you. You turned away from him, almost as if that could stop him. You didn't want him to see you like this.

"I'm fine, Spike. It's just a scratch," You said frantically. Definitely not fine, and most definitely not just a scratch.

"A scratch? Are we looking at the same thing?" He replied, possibly just as frantic. It was odd to see him react in such a way. Normally Spike didn't lose his cool over situations like this.

"Okay, yeah, it's bad. But I can handle it, trust me, I've dealt with worse," You kept trying to push him away.

At those words, I've dealt with worse, Spike realized he didn't know you as well as he thought. What could you have possibly gone through alone?

"I have no doubt you can handle this, but you're not alone, so please let me help you with this," He held onto your shoulders while he crouched down to your height so he could look in your eyes.

You were at a loss for words as he spoke. You're not alone. It's true, you weren't alone, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were burdening him.

"I don't want you to go out of your way for something like this," You gave one last futile attempt to deal with it alone.

He gave you a look. One that said "are you kidding me?" It made you want to hide in the corner like a little kid.

"Let me tell you something, Y/n. I'd go out of my way to help you with a goddamn paper cut, cause guess what, sweetheart? I kinda love you or something, all right? The last thing I want is for you to feel like you have to hide things like this from me because you're worried I'm going out of my way," He didn't look away from your eyes the entire time.

He loves you. You couldn't help the blush that appeared on your cheeks as you repeated his words in your head.

"So how 'bout it? Will you let me take care of you?" He asked, flashing you a comforting smirk. You sighed, unable to turn him down, even showing a small smile. "I suppose."

So he took care of your wound, apologizing every time you winced in pain, cleaned up the blood, and handed you a clean shirt to change into. Once you were fixed up, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and ushered you to the bed.

It was foreign to you, being taken care of like this. But you told yourself that if you were able to get used to dealing with things alone, then you could manage to get used to Spike helping you out once in a while.

A/n: just a lil something i thought was cute since ive been multitasking with anime and rewatching cowboy bebop at the same time im watching one piece and black clover teehee. very overstimulated. anywaysssss.

#cowboy bebop #spike spiegel #spike spiegel x you #spike spiegel x reader #cowboy bebop x reader

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