#vinnie: ask

[insanjity]

✦ Hiiiii hun!!! Omfg I haven't wrote in foreverrrr for x reader (or Dante, so sorry if this is ooc!). Dropping this here~

cw: nsfw (mdni), sexual language, mentions of previous sex

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✦ Calling Dante Sparda late at night to come over

“Dante.” You voice rings through the empty bedroom, finger toying with the sheets. You had told yourself you wouldn’t call the devil hunter again, especially not this late at night. But you weren’t exhausted, and rather lonely, and his company would keep you sated.

“Mhm, what’s up? A pretty thing like you doesn’t call a guy like me unless she needs something.” Ugh, fuck him. You could hear his smirk through the receiver of your phone. He was probably beaming with pride at the knowledge that you called him.

You stay silent for a moment, chewing on your lip in thought. What do you say to him? Do you tell him you were lonely, craving company? Or do you tell him that you called because you wanted to hear his voice, mind stuck on the memories of the last time you two were tangled up together?

“C’mon, ya can tell me. I don’t think I loaned you any money, so there’s something else on your mind.” There was, and it was him. And his dick. But mostly him. Fuck it, better to bite the bullet now. You could just block him if it went south: not like you needed a devil hunting agency number in this day and age, right?

“I was thinking about the last time,” you start, rolling onto your side to gaze longingly out the window. “You remember: the warmth of our bodies, the way you just knew what I needed…” Ugh, he shouldn’t have this effect on you. Yet here you were, confessing your sins to him—ironic, considering his lineage.

“Damn. Good to know I linger in that beautiful mind of yours~” He was smirking, you knew it. He was always so cocky, and that was attractive—disgustingly so. “You know… it’s awfully quiet in this office… No loud moans, no sounds of me fucking into you-”

“Dante!”

“What? You started this. It’s only natural that it delves into more… charged territories.” A soft chuckle falls from his lips. He was enjoying this, you could tell. That was a good sign.

“Can I come over?” The question escapes before you can even consider it. Dammit, you folded rather quickly…

“Fuck yes. You know the address.” Dante replies before you can even consider apologizing. “Bring that pretty vibrator I found in your nightstand—I wanna try something new this time… Maybe we can test your stamina, yea? Think you can keep up with a devil?”

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[insanjity]

✦ You KNOW i had to spoil you wish this one mwahaha... i havent wrote for megumi ever so apologies if this is a bit ooc... shivers in jjkblr hey.. heyy guys. also MWAH MWAH LOVE U TOO HEHEEEE

cw: nsfw (mdni), pegging (can be read as cock or strap, megumi receiving), dacryphilia, mentions of biting + blood

Based off @stqrgumi's vampgumi heheeeee... this is soo an attack on you I am indulging you please enjoy mwah mwah mwah.

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✦ Megumi & encouragement, tears, + interlaced fingers

"You're doing so good for me" you whispered, lips pressed against his skin lightly. Megumi was sprawled out under you, chest pressed against yours as you rolled your hips into him. His fingers squeezed your hand, grounding himself as pleasure crept into every corner of his mind.

Megumi was normally such a loner. He never let anyone close to him, always so cold and distant. He didn't participate much in conversations, and didn't see any point in paying much attention to others. He was a vampire, he was bound to outlive them. But you? You broke those barriers down, got to see the softer, still human part of him. The one he caged up after centuries of roaming the world alone.

Honestly, that was the only way you even got him into this position. Megumi's head rolled against the fabric of your pillows, exposing his neck as he swallows thickly. He could still smell the blood from his previous feasting, a pretty dark bite left on your own neck: red, bold, blood drying to begin the healing process.

Between the high from the taste of you and the way your cock dragged inside him, he was losing it. Megumi didn't let anyone see that emotional side of him, yet he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Fuck, it just felt too good!

"C'mon, let them out, 'gumi. You love it, right? You feeling good?"

He was feeling good, so good his head was fuzzy. His hips rolled down to meet each thrust of yours, trying to fill himself with you quicker. It had been ages since he indulged himself in pleasure like this, years since he allowed someone, let alone a mortal, to bring him down to such a human state of need.

Your words opened those flood gates. Fat, pearly tears streaked down his cheeks, dripping onto the sheets he was squirming on. The hand that was intertwined around yours was sticky from sweat, nails digging into the back of your palm firmly. He needed to keep himself grounded, the feel of your skin and the sound of your words were helping.

Megumi knew he was in for a long night. He could tell, that lovesick look in your eyes, the way his body was screaming at him to get more and more of this pleasure, to let himself get absolutely wrecked by you. He wanted nothing more than to be dumbed back down to a human mentality, to only experience pleasure as you drove into him...

And maybe steal another bite, or three.

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[insanjity]

heyo! i've been wanting to request this idea for a while but i kept chickening out beforehand LOL

anyways, i've been really itching to see a fic where spike spiegel learns mid-fuck that the reader has a breeding kink :3

ʚ♡ɞ˚ spike didn't know his pretty partner had a breeding kink. but a slip of words ends up with a change of plans for the night...

helloo nonnie!! i'm glad to see you sending in a request, and don't worry! i'm such a freak, i love hearing everyone's ideas 💋 gender neutral reader, no pronouns used.

sex with you had always been very soft. gentle. spike didn't want to be rough on you, always giving you what you asked for. you wanted head? he wouldn't argue with that. wanted to be stuffed with him? he'd oblige.

he never came inside. he didn't see it as necessary. besides, if all of this was just some cruel dream, some sick twisted reality, he didn't want to wake up (not that he told you that part, he does not want to deal with that conversation).

tonight was no different. he'd pull out, coat your thighs, clean you up, then fall asleep tangled with you, right?

what he didn't expect was to be mid-thrust, his head pressed into your neck as you confess to him. "spike, breed me."

the words jolted him upright, his thrust stopping. did he hear that right?

"wait, really?" he ask, his eyes scanning over you, checking if you were real, that this wasn't some sick dream.

you give him a weak nod, mind fuzzy from how good spike was in you, tip brushing that sweet spot. he groans, lifting your hips up around your waist. "fine by me, but don't expect me t' make any promises about behaving, sweetheart."

and he didn't. spike rammed into you, trapping you under the sheets with his hands, lips roaming the expanse of you. wet, hot kisses to your skin, his mind racing as his thrust pick up.

he finally had the chance to breed you. he wasn't going to give up on it, not that easily. not when you were here, so pliant under him, so willing for him to give you all he had.

he let his guard down just a bit more, shoving his face into your neck as he cums with a grunt, kissing the skin. he wasn't done, though. he gave you a second to recover, before sloppily starting up again, his cum seeping out of you with each thrust.

it was so fucking hot, his mind going blank as he looks down at the mess in you. he did that, all him. he was here, ruining you, making sure you were his.

it was working, your mind filled with thoughts of spike, only spike, his hips loosing rhythm the further along he got. he tried to keep it steady for you, but with the way you were squeezing around him, the feel of his spend in you as he fucks into you more sending him over once again.

spike pulls out, groaning at the pretty sight. you, drool coated lips, cum leaking from you, with your body covered in his marks.

"sweetheart, this is just the beginning. i hope you know one round ain't gonna cut it anymore." he grins like a cheshire, before sliding back into you.

it was safe to say, sex with spike was permanently altered from now on."

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[insanjity]

Hihihi! Am back with another request for Spike since it seems like the Great Depression in the fics section for him💔 but anyways spike is always ALWAYS wearing the same damn suit is it’s probably his only one if we are being honest so it’s always ripped somewhere and the reader would sew it back together or smth and if it were a lost cause she would probably buy one the same exact one, fluff ofc (I just know that suit has gone through enough if we are being honest)💔 anyways have a good day!! Xoxo💋

♡ hi nonnie! i'm sooo glad to see you in my inbox 💗 i agree, spike fics are in such a depression (and i will SOOO work on bringing them back again, wink wink). i hope you enjoy your day as well, thank you for taking the time to request, mwah!!

also soo sorry omggg this has been sitting in my drafts and i finally got to it, short but sweet 💗

spike was a man of habit. everything he did had a reason. he did it for a purpose, did it to keep some normal in his life. being a syndicate member had scarred him, the fear of having to look over his back caught up. by keeping a routine in his life, spike managed to have some (even slight) peace in his day.

he was the same way about his suit. that same, indigo suit. spike wore it daily, a way of keeping him self looking sharp, while still keeping that sense of routine. what he wasn't expecting was for it to rip, or at least, not so soon.

spike found himself walking to your room, his yellow button down on. it was weird, seeing him without the suit jacket. he didn't speak, just handed you the torn blue article. "think ya can fix it?" he ask, a small grin crossing his face.

of course you could. you always knew how to patch his suit—and him—up.

you take the blue fabric, grabbing a needle and thread to begin stitching up some of the smaller tears and rips. your hands are quick, spike's eyes tracing over them as you fill the holes he had caused, metaphorically and literally. it was calming, to watch you work, sitting in silence as your hands quickly stitch the tears.

you extend your hand, and spike grabs an extra blue patch, handing it to you. it was a routine, by now, to stick by your side as you fix his suit jacket. normally, it was a peaceful silence.

this time, spike couldn't stop himself. "why?"

you pause, looking up from sewing on the patch. "why what?"

"why help." he asks, a smug grin crossing his lips. "your always so eager to patch me up whenever needed."

a small smile crosses your lips as you sit the suit down in your lap. "spike , you're my teammate. of course i care for you." you think, before meeting his eyes. "besides, why wouldn't i help you? i don't see why i should hate you."

spike's face breaks out into a big grin now. "ever the sweetheart, aren't ya?" he leans in, kissing your cheek. "thanks, doll."

you hand the suit back to him, watching as he stops in the doorway. "pay ya back later?" he practically purrs out, winking as he takes his leave.

damn that cowboy. yet, at the end of every day, you'd patch him up whenever he asked for it.

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[insanjity]

Hihihihi! I hope ur doing well, I was wondering if u can write a Spike Spiegel fic where the reader is lowkey the main provider of the bebop only cuz they are an assassin and probably make more then the crew (cuz they are all broke) so they ask her for stuff (Like food, and money if ur name is Faye) and spike helps them grab the stuff with them with some fluff obv <3 thank you and have a great day/night 💋

hi! so sorry for this taking forever, i've been superrrr busy!! i hope you enjoy nonnie!!

spike couldn't be grateful enough to have an assassin on the team. he didn't voice it enough, but it was there. he lingered around you, offered to spar with you, and even (tried) to help out with the errands you ran for the crew.

you knew the nutritional values of food that the crew should be intaking, the best diets for each of them. you tried to stick to that, but even with your rather luxurious pay (compared to theirs), the budget is still a little tight.

so spike offered to help. today happened to be a shopping day, so he decided to lend a hand. he walked behind you in the store, hands shoved in his pockets as you pick through different produce, trying to find the best deals for the best nutrition.

"you know, we should get some meat. i'm sick of beef and bell papers without the beef." spike chirps, cigarette dangling from his lips. you scowl, taking the cigarette and stomping it into the ground.

"you shouldn't smoke in stores. it's rude, and can ruin the taste of the food." you words were scolding, before shifting into something more docile. "however, we can look to see what is on sale."

spike grins at that, taking the basket from your hands. "after you, my lady." you roll your eyes, walking through the aisles.

you had a mental list of the things you needed to grab: beef and cigarettes for spike, jet wanted some meals prep, faye wanted a wad of cash for the casino, ed wanted some new USB drive, and ein deserved a new toy. it was a lot, but had a little extra cash this week.

spike's hand brushed against yours, intertwining as you grab a bag of dog treats for ein. you felt like spoiling him this week, so why not? spike, on the other hand, seems to be begging for your attention.

"what about me, darling?" he purrs, kissing your knuckles with a sly smirk. "do i get a treat?"

you were not unaware of how spike and faye tended to try and 'seduce' you into getting them a little something extra, no better than the dog begging for scraps at the counter when you or jet cooked.

"hm, and what do i get, handsome?" you flirt back, eyes meeting his.

"maybe i'll pamper you in kisses, or take you out to a nice dinner." spike's smile was contagious, and you find yourself giggling at his words.

"i'm holding you to that." you finally reach the check out, letting the cashier scan the items. you point the cashier to the more expensive pack of cigarettes, spike's face lighting up at the sight of them being bagged with the rest of the groceries.

"shit, doll, thanks." his eyes roam your face, the two different colored irises beautiful, even in the shitty lighting of a store.

"yea, yea, whatever." grabbing the bags, you start the walk back to the bebop. "you owe me those kisses, when we get back."

spike grins like the cat who got the cream, leaning in for a quick peck to your cheek. "now that, i can do."

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[insanjity]

#backwithanotherspikerequest 😛 I’ve realized how many I’ve asked u gulp… anyways #ilovespike okay to the point now, I doubt u remember my katana reader fic I requested buttt I want to know how it would be like if she was on the bebop as a member and their relationship with spike overtime as dealing with someone who uses a katana especially after some past trauma with katanas wink wink anyways thank u for always making my (spike) requests ur such an angel 4 that

-XOXO 💋

✦ hihihiiii!! when i tell you katana reader is slowly becoming a favorite of mine, i mean it! to me they really are (like faye) a symbol of spike slowly starting to put his past with julia and the syndicate behind him, which i respect and admire a lot!! so enjoy these hcs kinda

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⭐︎ We all know Spike is a bit emotionally constipated at times (very reasonable, for the emotions he's kept bottled up). Katana User! Reader being introduced is like a reminder of his past: a healed wound being torn open.

⭐︎ I know in the previous ask about them that your fighting style brought back those memories for Spike, which is something he slowly works on over time with you by his side on hunts.

⭐︎ The katana user wants to get to know Spike, especially after being invited on by Jet. You were helpful to have around, and made hunts easier. Faye warmed up because a kickass sword? and Ed was easy to make friends with. As long as reader lends an ear to the eager kid, Ed was happy!

⭐︎ Spike warms up slowly. It takes time, like it did with the other crewmates, for him to realize that you're really just some makeshift family doing their best to grow and learn from their past.

⭐︎ Reader sharing some information about their past, and the significance of the katana to you would help break down that wall a bit. Hushed conversations between the two of you grow to be natural: confessions of past sins, of the evils both Spike and you faced a bonding moment.

⭐︎ As mentioned in the previous fic, drinks at the bar help loosen that tension. Shared laughs and moments grow the relationship between you and spike. The bar becomes a safe space for both of you, an area where you could find common footing, if that makes sense?

⭐︎ Eventually (and much to Spike's surprise), the two of you grow awfully close. Maybe the shared knowledge you had of each other's past, or his newfound appreciation for the katana? He no longer associated that weapon with Vicious, but rather with you: this new source of light in his previously dim life.

⭐︎ Sparring sessions were common, as well as lessons in each other's weapons. You taught Spike how to slice and ways to slash the sword for inflicting different wounds, while he taught you aim and a steady arm. (Truth be told, there may have been some flirting between you two during these as well...)

⭐︎ Spike's appreciation for you grew, as a step in getting him out from the heavy burden of his past. Maybe romance could bloom between the two of you...?

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[insanjity]

Literally writing this a couple days B4 my birthday but anyways am back at it again with spike 😉 (sorry am so annoying u sm!!) but anyways literally cowboy bebop but they are traditional cowboys like the cowboy hats and stuff, and some lovers between the reader and spike, as how it’s like a the southern land of cowboys and their weird hats and stuff anyways take ur time!!XOXO 💋

Happy birthday anon 💞 tysm for constantly being in my inbox about Spike haha, I enjoy feeding the Cowboy Bebop fandom, and knowing that people enjoy my work is the best. Wishing you lots of love and a wonderful bday!! xoxo, enjoy this little drabble.

Days were hot out in the West, heat waves rolling in thick and heavy. What better way to rest up than spending time with Spike, your bounty hunting cowboy boyfriend.

You lay draped on his lap, Spike fanning your sweaty face with his cowboy hat. The breeze from the hat didn't do much to aid in cooling you down, but it was a nice distraction from the intense heat.

"Ya look good, ya know", Spike sighs, lighting his cigarette. You flinch at the heat from the flame, giving him a dirty look. "Sorry, doll. Needed the tobacco, ya know."

You shake your head, returning to resting against his thighs. You could spend days like this, lounging with Spike after a successful hunt. The Woolongs sat in a bag next to you two, bound to be used on cheap booze and a motel to celebrate your hunt.

Spike holds his cigarette between his fingers, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. He smirks against them, pulling away and cupping your face. "Ya know... there's no other lover I'd want t' hunt down bounty heads with, yea?"

You roll your eyes, letting him pamper you in his affectionate words. For such a normally reserved man, he really let his walls come down around you.

"Mmm, got a new bounty in mind?" You whisper against his chapped, dry lips, the air of the dessert doing no good for either of you.

"Nah, but there's a cheap motel down the road. Wanna spend the night celebratin? Heard they gotta tub."

Spike didn't need to say anything more. You rose to your feet, offering him your hand. He took it, pressing a kiss against the skin, lips forming wet words. "Let's go."

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[insanjity]

Sigh i wish we had more spike Spiegel fics </3 but anyways i was wondering if u could write our wonderful crew during Halloween (I don’t care if it’s still September am feeling spooky while I write this), like if someone is gonna take Ed trick or treating and maybe some fluff between Spike and the reader 😼 (u can decide if they are dating or not) take ur time on this if u need it! ❤️ (totally not grieving that Cowboy Bebop is off of Disney+)

hi nonnie!! i agree with you, we need more spike fics!! also i saw that, and was devastated </3 i watched cowboy bebop on hulu, so seeing it being removed was a sad sight. i hope you enjoy, and thank you for requesting 💗

spike hated three things. women with attitudes, dogs, and children. he couldn't stand them. yet somehow, he found his way out with all three of those categories.

faye was nagging him on and on about how she wanted to go to one of the bar parties around, her witch costume way to tight to be comfortable. seriously, she did that one to herself.

spike glanced over, seeing the other two things that agitated his soul (he really needed a drink). ed's hand was tangled with yours, their feet bouncing off the ground. ein was trotting alongside you and ed, his nub of a tail wagging.

it was such a domestic sight, one spike didn't think he deserved. you were too good for them, too good for this crew. how did such a lovely, sweet person end up with a ragtag like him?

he shakes off the thoughts, shoving his hands in his pockets as he picks up the pace, falling in step with you. "seems like the kids happy" he comments, a feeble attempt at small talk.

"yea, i'm glad they get to experience this." you laugh, a sound spike wishes he could have on loop in his mind, a sound that could soothe the war in his mind.

spike's eyes are on you, like a hawk. he hated how much he enjoyed this. it was such a domestic moment, something a person as scarred and tainted as him shouldn't get the chance to experience.

and yet, he was crawling to you. your smile lit up his room, your joy contagious. spike couldn't help but feel content and at peace around you, whether he though he deserved it or not.

maybe that's why he liked you. he lingers back, taking in how you walk ed up to the local's doors, getting extra candy for them in your own bag. spike thought his heart might burst.

ein yips as the group approachs spike again, tail nub thumping—as much as it could—on his back. "well what did ya get?" spike ask, kneeling down to feign disgust as ed's candy stash. "that's gonna rot your teeth, kid."

you laugh, flicking his head playfully. "let them have their youth, spike. you should join us, i have an extra bag."

spike looks at you like you hung the stars, before trying again to act moody. "sure. if it gets you all to shut up." as you hand him the bag, your fingers brush his, sending a shiver down his spine, heat flooding to his cheeks. damn, he had it bad, huh?

with that, spike allows himself to indulge for the night—not just in you, but in the family the ragtag ship had formed. he could act like he hated everyone all he wants. but deep down? you knew. and so did he.

spike would do everything to see everyone on the ship happy. most of all, he'd be willing to give up everything for a shot with you, if you wanted him to. it scared him a bit, but damnit all, spike was ready.

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