#buffyverse x reader

[fedcrypt]

hi! i don’t know if you write for spike (btvs) but could you maybe write dating spike hcs? sfw & nsfw?

hi my lil crow <3! i do most certainly write for our favorite lil bad boy spike, i hope you enjoy <3!

XOXO, CHESHIRE — depressingly this is shorter than my one with angel but that doesn’t mean that i don’t love him any less! i just literally ran out of headcanons at the moment cause my brain stopped working whoops! i could always expand upon him on a later date like i can with angel.

WRITING WARNINGS: lovely fluff, some hints of angst thrown in because of our beloved troublesome tortured poet and some nsfw content as well!

alright let’s state the obvious about our favorite troublesome poet : he will write tons of poems about you. his favorite topic to write about would be about love, at least i headcanon from his former human life, and so when he finds himself enthralled with you, you become his center focus in his beloved artship.

even if you do not like poetry, still please be supportive of him especially when you learn why he doesn't write his poetry as often as he used to when he was human. you see, in my personal headcanon, william (his human self of course) had been seen as too soft for a man as he liked the more feminine oddities such as : poetry, flowers, jewelry, fashion, and baking. mind you, this is all my personal headcanons as to why he was seen as soft.

so this vamp would adore you so so much more if you were to let him be himself and perhaps show interest in the oddities that he likes. obviously he would be the most supportive of you but if he was super supportive of you and didn't receive any back, i feel like he’d be put off of you despite how he feels towards you.

if you are an artistic soul like he is, spike would proudly marvel over your art — no matter how melancholy it might appear to be. he would goat about how his partner is the best at (insert your craft(s) here) and it would get to the point that the whole scooby gang would in-synchronicity claim "we know!" which would turn him into a blushing stuttering mess as he tries to play it off that he doesn't talk about your craft(s) that much. he contradicts himself sometimes as we all know.

he is the definition of a badass with a good soft heart. y'all get stuck out in the rain? he`s sacrificing his good leather and placing it over your head as he moves the pair of you underneath something where you would be dry and then y'all can watch the rain fall down upon sunnydale in a pretty lil art form. anyone happens to look at you in a wrong or potentially harmful way? spike is throwing hands with his vamp face out to scare them halfway to death before he even touches them. he`s a little protective over you, that`s all.

he’s obsessed with your touch. he’s severely touch deprived even if he doesn’t show it — please show him that he is capable of love, one that doesn’t surround around the madness of the woman who he believed to have been his soulmate before you came into his life. the man would be so touchy with you in private, especially if you did any hobbies of his that he loves — meaning baking of course! he would wrap his arms around your middle and use his hands to help you with anything you need for baking. definitely the type of man to put you on his feet and the pair of you penguin waddle together to put the trays in the oven for whatever you’re baking.

speaking of him being obsessed with your touch … time for a lil bit of nsfw 😈

spike is definitely a switch with a bratty sub lean, i mean literally just look at this vampire. he tries to act like a badass who is known for causing trouble over the years and yet if you play your cards just right you can turn him from a brat into your precious boy, but that takes a while. i tend to headcanon that even though drusilla loved him in the way she did, she never got to have him this way, and spike only trusts you to show this side of him. despite the trust, he will indeed make you work for it like i said previously. but you know how to handle your troublesome boy and how to practically turn him into a puddle with your mere touch overtime.

he’s definitely a mean service dom though when he is in a the dominant state of mind. man loves to torture you and deny your orgasms left and right only for a few turns though and then sends you over the edge quite a few times after that. he turns you into a total mess for his own pleasure but the aftercare is spectacular fr!

his version of aftercare is ; cleaning you up with a towel while smothering you with kisses all over as soon as he wipes down each and every spot upon your body, then he goes and gives you a drink (whether water or your favorite soda or alcoholic drink or maybe a blood bag if you’re a vampire like him — y’alls choice!) before he goes off to fill up a bath with the rainbow colored child bubbles that he found at the store the other day, and then he carries you in there once the bath is all filled. then he goes on to wash your body and hair for you while making sure that you’re genuinely alright with whatever occurred during your time together, then he asks you for whatever you want or need — his beloved flower’s wish is his command that he wishes never ends.

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Dream of You (Spike x Y/N)

Requested: YES! Requested by @wtv-my-current-hyperfixation

TW: Smut. so much smut.

Word Count: 3k

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Giggles and breathy laughter fills the room. Shared glances and touches of desire. You laid in Spike's arms satiated and content. Your body marked and sore. Nights like this were things if novellas and steamy dreams. Spike caressed your hair as he whispered how proud he was of how well you took him. You blushed and smiled. You wanted this to be forever. You wanted it to be real. You reach for his skin, but it's gone. You're left alone, again in your own bed.

You wake up aroused and moist, again. These dreams are a nightly recurrence, something of routine. Your desire for your dear friend Spike was getting out of hand. You wanted him not just on but inside you. However, you would be mortified if he found out. 

You get out of bed and go straight for a shower. On a lazier day you would play with yourself to meet some of those needs. Today you were in a hurry. It was your nightly date-ish with Spike. You would sit around his crypt and watch tv. You wanted to make sure you ran all your errands before nightfall.

Most of the day is spent running around town, getting things for tonight. You were sure to get all of Spike's favorites, including a couple of blood bags from the butcher. Before heading to the cemetery you decide to pop into The Magic Shop.

"I just need bone powder and it'll be done" Willow commented to Buffy. 

"I'd rather not grind out demon bones." Buffy responded. 

"No, silly. It's on the top shelf to your left."

Willow continued making her spell. She worked diligently to make sure all the ingredients and words were correct. 

"Hello, peeps. What it do?" Y/n walks into the store. 

The scoobies greet y/n as she walks up to Willow. 

"What are you up to?" Y/n asks Willow directly.

"Oh, a truth spell!"

"Who are we truthing?"

"Spike."

"Spike!" Your voice gets a pitch higher.

"Yep. Buffy thinks he's being dishonest, and she needs information from him."

"Don't you need his hair for that?"

Willow pulls out a small vial with blondish hair. "Got it." She grins. 

You look nervous but say nothing. You feel out of place, but you stay. You make sure to be helpful and calm. You didn't know why Spike being under a truth spell made you uncomfortable. You mulled over the ethics of what your friends were doing but instead you came up with an idea. If Willow casts the spell while you were with Spike you could ask him how he feels about you. You're quick to gather yourself and head out with a quick goodbye. 

You basically skip all the way to Spike's crypt.

As you enter the crypt you hear Spike running around downstairs. He hears the door and runs up to the main floor. 

"Don't close that door!" He yells

It was too late; you had shut the door. Spike looks frustrated. He sighs in exasperation. 

"What?" You ask.

"I've been trapped in here for 2 days the damn door is stuck and only opens from the outside."

"Oh... uh oh." It dawns on you that you're now trapped with Spike. You feel giddy but scared. How long will it take for someone to bust in through that door. Worst, now you can't question Spike while he's under the truth spell. If he says he feels the same shenanigans can ensue, but if he says no than you're trapped here with your shame. 

You wring your hands nervously. Spike walks up to you unsure if to shake you or hug you. He notices the care basket you made for them.

"What's this?" He points to the basket. 

"Well, the plan was for us to watch trash tv and eat junk food. I even brought baggies of blood for you. But I guess our plan is to survive." You take a long look at the door. 

Spike palms his face in frustration. Of course, his planned "date" night with you would be ruined. Suddenly he perks up. If the door is shut for now that means you would have to stay with him, share his space... share his bed. 

He takes you by the hand and leads you to the couch he found in the dumpster. 

"Let's make the most of it." He grins. 

You nod and sit back. You spent the night watching tv and eating. It was 2am and your eyes were drooping. Spike noticed and turned off the tv. 

"You can take the bed." He mumbled as he walked you down to his room.

You're suddenly awake. His bed. You can share it. Wait... are you even ready for that intimacy. You risk it. 

"We can share. I trust you" you say cheeks burning red. 

Spike is chipper but downplays it. He assents and lets you lay down. 

"I'll be down in a bit." Spike tucks you in and scurries back to the couch.

You find it hard to fall asleep. Your heartbeat in your ears. You were sharing your crush's bed, and you were stuck with him. What is this a Wattpad story? Eventually, your eyes close and you're off to dreamland. 

Soft touches and passionate gazes. Bodies intertwined in lust and love. You breathe hard finding your sanity as Spike thrusts into you at a steady pace. Your eyes are rolled back into your head. Chest down, ass up, you were at his mercy. He grabs your hair keeping you in place. Your moans are lewd and loud. You feel yourself closer to the edge, closer to release. His hand finds your swollen bud and plays with it in circles. It makes you see stars. You're climbing, soaring, so close to your release. 

"Y/n"

You can’t speak.

"Y/n!" 

You awake in a startle. Your eyes adjust to see Spike over you. You pull the covers up to your chest as your brain adjusts and remembers where you're at. 

"Are you okay?" Spike asks

"Y- yes... why?" 

"You were mumblin' in your sleep. At some point you were yellin'. "

You blush ferociously. "Did I say anything?"

"Nah, love. I couldn’t make it out. 

You sigh in relief. He looks at you confused. 

"It was probably a bad dream" you mumble. You turn around and pretend to go back to sleep to avoid further questions. 

It's 4pm and you and Spike are wide awake and bored. You try to open the door to no luck. 

"Stop, pet. I already tried."

You sigh and turn to him. "What now?"

Spike walks to the couch and turns on the tv again. You give up, not knowing what to do, and sit by him. 

"Do you have any friends?" You ask

"No. Partners in crime, yes. Friends, no."

"Do you get bored of being a vampire?"

"No. I kill, I shag, and I sleep."

"Do you -" you're cut off

"Wha is this, 20 questions?" He turns to you annoyed. 

"I’m bored. Let's play a card game."

Spike obliges. He finds a deck of cards and you spent the next several hours playing cards in silence.

"I’m bored again." It was 8pm. 

"Let me ask you questions then." Spike grinned. 

You nodded, nervously. 

"Who was your first kiss."

"Robert in third grade. Sloppy kisser."

"Cheeky."

"Who was your first love?"

"Jason in college. A real gentleman. Before you ask, we broke up because he developed a coke addiction."

"A real gentleman, indeed."

"Who's your last love?" Spike leaned in expectantly. 

You chuckled, nervous. "What? No question on who I lost my virginity to?" You tried to change the subject.

"It ain' Xander, is it?"

"I’m tired. More questions tomorrow, okay?"

Before he could respond you book it to Spike’s room. You lay down and close your eyes real tight in the hopes that Spike didn't trail after you. 

Dim lights and rustling. The scent of sex in the air. You're laid out, open and exposed. Spike is nowhere in sight. You feel slight pressure on your clit. You gasp as it increases. You look down to see a head of blonde hair. Your eyes widen as you notice what was happening. Spike's tongue played with your folds. He lavished your insides with his mouth. Your breath labored as you grabbed the sheets of the bed for dear life. He made sure to take his time. To memorize every crevice and nook you had to offer. He became drunk with your scent, your taste. You moaned his name like a Gregorian chant while he worshipped you. You felt your lower abdomen tighten as he lapped at your slit, rolling circles around it. You knew he would give you the best orgasm of your life and you were ready for it. You begged him for release. He prayed your juices would wash over his mouth so he could memorize your taste. You feel unstable, as if someone is shaking the bed. The movements becomes more prominent.

You wake up, groggy, disoriented. Spike, again staring down at you. 

"Love, are you okay? You were repeating my name over and over again."

"Um... I had a nightmare... about you...?"

"What about me?"

"Uhhh... You were being attacked... by a uh... demon! And I was scared for you." 

Spike is confused but takes your explanation as true. 

"What time is it?" You try to change the subject. 

"5pm."

You jump out of bed. "We gotta get out of here." You say for your sanity. 

Back at the Magic Shop Willow was ready to do her truth spell. All her ingredients in place and determination in her mind. Sadly, she had taken an extra ingredient in with all the others, a strand of your hair. As Willow works on the, unbeknownst to her, ruined spell Buffy beelined it to Spike's crypt. 

Back at the crypt only arguing can be heard. 

"You're acting weird." Spike accused.

"I’m just tired of being here!"

"So, you're tired o' me?"

"I didn't say that." You turn to him, exhausted and embarrassed. 

Pounding comes from the outside of the crypt. Buffy kicks down the door and goes straight for Spike. You're left standing there. 

"Where's the next big bad?" Buffy questioned Spike. 

"I already told you; I don't know." Spike looks helpless.

"You're lying. Why is the spell not working" Buffy shakes Spike. 

"What spell?" Spike asks.

"A truth spell for you." You chime in without your consent. 

Both Spike and Buffy look at you. Spike was surprised and Buffy annoyed. You were confused at your own statement. You didn't intend to tell the truth. 

Buffy punches Spike a couple of times before questioning him again. When she didn't get an answer, she dropped him and walked away furious. 

You just stand there until you remember your fight with Spike. You had to get out of there. 

"Oh, no you don't" Spike grabs your forearms. "Tell me what's wrong."

"I've been having sexual dreams about you." You blurt out before you can stop yourself. Your free hand flies to your mouth. You mentally reprimand yourself. 

Spike takes in what you said. A grin painted on his face.

"You don't say, love. Out of curiosity, what are we doing in these sexual dreams" He leans in. 

Your eyes widen and your mouth starts moving. You tell him about the lewd and lustful acts you have dreamed about. You confess to waking up wet and pent up. You put yourself out there in display for him to ravage the carnage of your secrets. 

Spike's face hurts from smiling so wide. 

"Now tell me, why would you have these dreams about us?"

You try to bite your tongue but it's too late, "Cause I’m in love with you."

Spike wastes no time claiming your mouth. He memorizes how you taste, how soft your lips are, the way you closed your eyes to kiss him. 

"Ler me show you what I can really do." He whispers against your lips. 

He picks you up bridal style and walks you down to his bedroom. With care he places you on his bed. He climbs on top of you, kissing you as he settles between your legs. 

Impatient, you start tugging at his clothes trying to get them off. 

"Easy. All in its due time." He says. 

He trails kisses down you jaw to your neck, nipping on his way down. Carefully, he removes your shirt and your bra. You resist the urge to cover yourself from his prying eyes. His gaze is lustful, like a predator eyeing his prey. 

His mouth makes a path between you neck all the way to your breast. With great care he places his mouth on your left nipple, giving it the attention it deserved. With his right hand he massaged your right breast. All synchronous so as to stimulate you and prepare you for what’s coming next. He alternated between breasts, sending little jolts of pleasure through your body. 

With little haste he made his way to your abdomen and found his way to his prize. He nestled himself between your legs inhaling your scent. Without much wait he dived in, lapping at your folds, twisting his tongue on your clit, memorizing your taste. 

You gripped the bed sheets as hard as you could. Your back arching, reaching for him. Your body was alive and electric. He didn't slow down his assault, giving you no space for a deep breath. You moan and beg. You're at odds with yourself. You need release but want to savor the moment.

Spike is observant of the rise and fall of your chest. He tracks your moans and whimpers as he plays with speed and pressure. He has never been this hungry. He decided that he wants to have you wash over him. He wants your release. He inserts two fingers in you while still lapping at your clit. He chases your orgasm with his nimble hands and expert tongue. You swear that your soul is being exorcised out of your body as you crash and spill all over with your release. You're a whimpering, shaking mess. You gasp for air as you slowly land back in your body. 

As you look down you see Spike, still between your legs, grinning. Please but not satisfied, yet. You make a move to stand up, but he's on you faster than you can speak. He claims your mouth, inviting you to taste yourself on his lips. You're drunk on your own taste on his tongue. 

As you passionately make out, Spike makes quick work of his clothes. He's ready to claim you. You're giddy and pliant. 

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me?" He asks.

You nod, unable to form a single word. 

When he finally releases his erection from his pants you're surprised. How are you going to take all of him. He's so big and hard. Spike can read the uncertainty in your face. He cups your cheek gently and places his forehead against yours. 

"It'll be alright. If it's too much just tap me on the arm and I'll stop."

You nod again, determined. 

He teases your entrance and clit by rubbing the head of his cock back and forth. Slowly entering you every now and then but then retreating from your entrance, so as to prepare you for his size. Your whimpers fill the room. You want him so much. He can tell you're getting impatient, so he aligns himself and slowly enters you. He stays still, letting you acclimate to his size. Your breath is labored, you're almost delirious with pleasure. You can't believe this is happening. 

He slowly moves, rocking back and forth, giving you a rhythm to hold on to. You moan in tandem. Your eyes brimming in tears from the pleasure. 

"Look at you, taking me so well." Spike praises you. 

You give a lustful smile, too lost to register his words. 

He picks up the pace. Thrusting in and out, in and out. Giving you what you asked for. Giving you heaven on earth. You beg for him to go deeper. You needed him completely. Spike chuckles and thrusts harder. His movements are rough and long, giving you a chance to feel every vein and curvature on his cock. You push up against him with your hips, meeting his every thrust. He looks down at you, drunk on sex, admiring how beautiful you look out of breath and disheveled. 

He feels your legs shaking. He can tell you're close. 

"Are you gonna come for me, love? I want to hear you say my name. Remember who’s taking you.”

You can barely nod as you chase your orgasm, focusing on his movements. Taking him all into you. Memorizing how he feels and how he makes you feel. 

Your body ceases and you gasp as your orgasm crashes over you, like a tidal wave. Your veins are full of electricity. You’re seeing stars. You hold onto him while you repeat his name, over ad over again. Music to his ears. Spike holds you, never stopping his fierce thrusts. He wants you to remember who is claiming you.

"Good girl" he litters your face with kisses as you work to regain your breath. 

Spike never slows down, chasing his own high. Seeing you spent and tired knowing that he caused it makes him inch closer. He continues to thrust in you, sending aftershock ripples into you as he finds his own release. He fills you to the brim with his seed. He makes you his. 

You both stay connected. Breathing heavy. Satiated and in awe. He eventually pulls out of you with a little shiver. He lays down by your side pulling you close to him. You're both silly with pleasure, spent and happy. 

"Wow." Was all you could say.

"There's more where that came from. Rest up, because we have a lot of catching up to do."

You giggle, giddy for what your future with Spike holds. To think, all of these restless nights craving him and all you had to do was confess your love. You knew once the sun rises you’ll be tired and sore. Something that you’re looking forward to.

[linalieana]

probably don't know that they are that big, like not in any sexual way but like in general, their physical appearance, they're buff. like they prob just thought they just accidentally bumped into u then there u are, bruised shoulders

nanami, toji, sukuna, gojo (have u seen him in manga ..) , geto, kirishima, ushijima, daichi, zoro, mikasa ackerman, annie leonhart, reiner, aoi todo, eren jeager (s4), chrollo, taiju shiba, south terano, ur favs ++

[taylorsversion22]

This is my Roman Empire! They are my Roman Empire ❤️😭

[fandomnerd9602]

Hi, could I request a Buffy x reader where they are passing each other flirty notes as the Gentlemen have took everyone's voices while Giles is presenting his little presentation about the Gentlemen. Thanks.

Giles tries to explain the Gentleman thru notes…

Y/N passes Buffy a note: you can slay me anytime

Buffy passes one back: bring the energy drinks ;)

Giles intercepts and puts down his own: can’t you two just get the job done? You can make googly eyes later!

[noceurstars]

”Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.”

Rupert Giles x Witch! Younger! Reader

You and the Scoobies try to have a normal Thanksgiving. Try, anyway.

[ w — age gap (20+ years), older man/younger woman, injured! reader, assumed unrequited love, short story, tv show-compliant only, slight canon divergence ]

— divider cred: @/inklore

Living above the Hellmouth meant that nothing would ever be normal. No holidays, no birthdays would ever be like the average person’s.

Thanksgiving and Christmas was the same. Monsters and creatures of the dark never took days off, not with their insatiable need to be evil.

Buffy sighed as she staked what was probably the 20th vampire of the night. Thanksgiving was a time to sit down with friends and family, having a lovely, large dinner and being thankful for the people in your life and the things you had.

But not for the Scoobies.

You huffed, rolling your sore shoulder. A vampire had taken a good chunk out of of your neck, but the second he tasted your blood, he instantly revolted, and you took a stake to his heart.

“You good?” Buffy asks, eyeballing your shoulder.

“Yeah.” But you hiss a little as pain flares through it. “It’s just gonna take a minute to heal. I’ll put some bandaids on it when we get back.”

Buffy cheerily and knowingly chips in a, “I’m sure Giles would disapprove.” That prompts you to give her a deadpan look.

“You know that he doesn’t like me like that,” you reply. You shove your hands into your pockets. “It’s a one-way street. Can we talk about something else?”

She shrugs. “Sure.”

The two of you walked side by side out of the graveyard. Buffy sighs, tilting her head down.

“I really wish Christmas could be normal,” she admits. “I miss it, from when I was a kid. It’s so much different from now.”

“Not as involved with monsters, you mean?” you say, and Buffy nods in confirmation. “Yeah, me too. I feel so… apathetic about it anymore. It doesn’t feel as important, as fun as it used to be.”

“Cons of being apart of the supernatural world,” she adds.

“Truly.” You laugh. “Not to mention—” A scream rips from your throat. Cold heat washes through you and up your spine, all the way up to your skull. Your head jolts back at the pain, and the cold heat leaves as the wooden stake leaves your body, now replaced by odd, liquid warmth.

Oh, you’re bleeding. Bleeding out, perhaps.

You heard the slaps and thuds of fighting as you fall to the ground. You try to have some semblance of control as you collapse in pain, but it doesn’t work. You bump your head into a headstone and more liquid oozes down your skin.

You hear the familiar hissing sound of dust. Buffy’s won. Now you see her over you, terror and fear written all over her features.

“[Name]? [Name]? You with me?”

You gulp, attempting to focus and swallow down the pain. “Kinda,” you hiss.

“Healing magic? Can it fix this?” she inquires hurriedly.

“Probably,” you reply, becoming more and more breathless.

“I’m gonna put pressure on it, okay? The second you feel any sort of clarity, start chanting.”

You let out a loud cry of pain, more blood coming out and staining your shirt. The pain signals the adrenaline in your body. It takes you a couple seconds longer than what you hope before you start chanting in Latin.

It feels strange, your body stitching itself back together. The strange feeling of blood coming out of your body disappears. You huff, the chant ending a minute later. Buffy takes her hands off the wound and you watch her examine it.

“How’s it look?”

“Looks good, head wound is gone, too,” she says. “But we need to get you back to the Magic Box. Giles and Willow might have something they can help you brew up to get you fully healed.”

You lean up using your elbows and hands. You take Buffy’s hand and let out groan of pain as you get to your feet. You two walk out of the graveyard and head to the Magic Box. You thank God it’s dark and no one can see you and your best friend walk through the streets of Sunnydale with her holding you up.

The Magic Box comes into sight not ten minutes later. Buffy uses her key to open the door, but neither of you expect to see the floor of the Magic Box completely cleared out, with a large, decorated table filled to the brim with food and drinks.

Xander is the first to turn his head up and see you and Buffy.

“Happy Thanksgiving, you guys!” he says.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Xander,” you speak breathlessly. And that’s when he knows something is wrong. His eyes trail down to your bloodied shirt and widen drastically.

“Oh, crap.”

“Oh, crap is right.” Buffy sets you down in one of the nearest chairs. “Get the others and tell them [Name] needs a healing potion… or some sort of healing magic. The wound isn’t as bad as it looks, but she needs help crossing the finish line.”

“On it.”

Xander heads to the back to get the others, who come rushing in not a moment after he gets them.

Unfortunately for you, all you can focus on through one eye (the other squinted in pain) is Giles, and the look of worry and concern on his face.

“She’s very pale,” Giles says. His voice is clearly worried. It almost seems borderline… terrified?

“Blood loss,” you say in a shakily exhale. “Healed, yes. Blood back inside the body? Not so much.”

“Can you do anything, Giles?” Buffy asks.

“Let me see the wound and we’ll see.”

You raise your shirt, showing off the nasty scar. It’s not fully healed, maybe three-quarters. You look away, eyes meeting Buffy’s, who’s expression is borderline teasing and full of amusement. You roll yours in return.

“Nothing out of my capabilities I can’t heal,” Giles says. He looks up at you and adds, “But I do have to touch it to heal it.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine.” The second Giles places his hand on the injury though, a large wave of nausea makes you shudder and groan.

“She looks like she needs a trash can,” Xander pipes.

“I’ll get one,” Anya offers, disappearing behind the counter momentarily to grab one. She places it next to you and you thank her.

Giles’ warm hand leaves your lower torso. The wound is completely healed, although you still feel faint from the blood loss. He looks at you again, scanning over your sick expression.

“I’ll be fine in a bit,” you tell, a smile appearing on your face. “I think some food in my stomach would do me some good. Thank you, Giles.”

“You are most welcome,” he replies, standing. “And I think you are absolutely correct. Shall we eat?”

Buffy nods and speaks for everyone’s hungry stomachs. “We shall.”

Dawn sits between you and Buffy. Xander, Anya, and Dawn are on the other side of the table. At the head of the table, between Xander and Buffy, is Giles. Just like a father should be, you think, humored.

“So… What happened? How’d you get such a wound?” Willow asks.

You and Buffy answer in unison: “Vampires.”

“Thought we were done and one caught us by surprise with one of the stakes,” Buffy explains. “[Name] used her magic, but she couldn’t heal it all the way.”

“Glad you both made it back,” Xander said happily. “This Thanksgiving dinner we put together would’ve been a total bust.”

Everyone laughs in agreement and digs into the food. Unknowingly to you, Giles can barely keep his eyes off of you, only looking away to take a bite of food off of his plate. Though he does try to it make it obvious.

Indeed, he’s glad you made it back. He’s glad he’s able to heal your injuries. Life would certainly be a lot more dull without you around.

But as Anya hands you the gravy, you catch Giles staring at you out of your peripheral vision. There’s a look on his face, one you know well, because it’s the same one Spike gives Buffy when she’s not looking.

You smile and raise your glass in a toast. “Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.”

Everyone raises their glass cheerily, downing a swig.

You thank this Thanksgiving for giving you hope. Even if it doesn’t last.

[ausfortheheart]

bait - ANGELUS (btvs)

(angelus x female!reader one-shot)

summary : in a desperate attempt to catch angelus, the scoobies send you in as bait.

a/n: i don't usually write darker pieces of writing such as this, so lmk what you think ! :)

warnings : gets a bit spicy, sexual references, strong language used, angelus hurts reader, mention of blood, a sprinkle of yandere, kinda angsty?? 14+

"Angel?" You said uncertainly, pushing open the door to his apartment. It was unlocked.

The silence felt consuming, and you swallowed anxiously as you took small steps inside.

His bed was untidy, duvet strewn across the floor, "I came to ask for help, there's a demon-"

"(Y/n)? You're back?" He walked in after you. You forced yourself not to wonder whether he had been following you or not.

His voice startled you and you failed to suppress a flinch. You hadn't seen him like this yet, had only heard the chilling stories that Giles and the others had told you full of the details of what he was capable of. Buffy had been determined to keep you far away from Sunnydale, from the soulless demon, to hide you and ensure your safety. You had been face to face with Angelus before, and it hadn't turned out well. But things had changed, your situation had changed, and your friends needed help to defeat him. No matter the cost.

He looked almost exactly the same as always, except his brown eyes were filled with faux concern. "Are you okay?"

Angelus advanced towards you as your eyes flitted to the clock on the wall opposite. Seven and a half minutes. Then Buffy would be here, and Angelus would be caught and restrained. A couple of minutes. You could do that.

Yet you hadn't entirely been sure of your friends' plan- luring Angelus into one place would surely be something the two-and-a- half century old demon would expect. But your friends - Buffy especially - were desperate, and it seemed that the vampire couldn't resist an opportunity to spend time with you. To kill you, was your assumption. He had made it clear from the start that he delighted in these small games that you all played. What worried you was that he always left as the winner.

"Yeah, I have to write an article on Sunnydale's history; I'm an intern now at the Sunnydale Press." You explained, your confidence increasing, "I figured you could help. I arrived this morning and the others weren't home so.." You trailed off, uncertain if he'd bought it. You were doing a terrible job at pretending and you knew it, but the others insisted that it should be you who stalled Angelus. In the past he had always been slightly more lenient in a situation where you were involved.

"I thought you needed help with a demon?" He jested, and your heart dropped. He knew, and you were fucked. But there was nothing left to do except play along.

The vampire slowly advanced and you moved backwards, "Yes, uh, an article on the history of demons in Sunnydale."

Your back hit Angel's wardrobe, and the man opposite you smiled.

"I've never liked liars." He said absentmindedly, finger lifting your chin as he observed you. The fear in your eyes was evident and he inhaled your scent, distress seeping from your pores. "Tell me, (Y/n)," He began, closing what little distance was left between you. If he had been human, you would've been able to feel his breath hitting your face. You shivered. "-and don't lie," he continued, "do you ever think about me?"

You struggled against him, "Angel I-"

"Don't say his name," Angelus spat through gritted teeth as his hands harshly grabbed your wrists, keeping you firmly in place. "And feel free to keep struggling, precious, but just do it a little more to the left." He groaned.

You didn't respond, breathless and feeling nauseous. The both of you knew that you could easily resist him more if you tried, but Angelus knew that despite what you told yourself you didn't want to.

"At night, when you're in your small double bed, cushions propped up around you, hair down, head leant against the headboard, heart racing, in your thin, thin silk dress," He paused as though he were imagining it right then and there, imagining the fabric, imagining how when it hit the moonlight it was practically see-through, "the one in that pretty shade of periwinkle," his eyes found yours again, and you swore they darkened. You were shaking under his touch, terrified at the prospect of this, monster watching you when you were most vulnerable. During moments you had thought you were alone. Private moments. And how had he even known where your friends had hidden you? "-do you ever think about me?" He repeated, pressing into you as a warning that if you dared to lie, to even consider it, he would know. The frail, wooden wardrobe shook at the movement.

"Yes." You whispered, barely audible, eyes focused on anything but his face.

He removed his hand from your left wrist and tilted your jaw so that your eyes were forced to look into his brown ones. Angel's eyes, yet lacking Angel's warmth.

"Good, good." He dragged the words out as his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

Your eyes fell to his mouth, then hurriedly went back to his eyes. He was smirking, he'd noticed.

"And how," his face morphed into a vampire's, "does it make you feel?"

Tears brimmed in your eyes as he grinned, revealing his fanged teeth. A warning. It was pointless- his teeth would end up buried in your neck no matter what you said.

"Good." A salty tear fell onto your cheek, which he instantly swiped away with his thumb. "And I hate myself for it." You mumbled, voice breaking. You had always had an attraction to Angel, even during his relationship with Buffy, and the shame of it was suffocating. She had never been anything but good to you, and you had repaid her by stealing glances at Angel whenever you thought no one was looking.

However now it became clear that someone had been.

"What was that?" Angelus lowered his fangs towards your neck at a tantalisingly slow rate. As though he meant to drag out the pain, to burn this memory into your brain.

Your eyes fluttered closed in preparation as you whispered, "I hate myself for it every, day."

A small scream left your mouth as the door to Angel's apartment was broken off its hinges, clattering onto the floor only inches away from where the two of you were. Buffy.

Angelus slowly pulled himself off of you. As a result of the interruption, his fangs had only managed to puncture the top layer of skin, leaving behind two red dots that quickly began to pool with blood. Angelus licked the smudge of red off of his fangs, making a show of savouring the taste.

Your best friend and mentor, the slayer, began to fight the vampire as you tried to help at every possible opening, but it was no use. He easily escaped.

Your neck on fire, you gently brushed the tips of your fingers against it, pulling your hand away to see them coated in crimson blood. Something told you that Angelus would be back for more.

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[sapphistically]

the leather jacket

read on ao3 | masterlist/s

description: you’re having a bad day and spike runs into you, a conversation sparks and you realise you might actually feel something for him.

relationship: spike & reader

a/n: in my mind reader is fem, but idk if i specified it anywhere? they are wearing a dress, but that’s mentioned once, in the beginning.

wc: 1140

You sat down on a bench, it was dark, there was only one lantern a couple meters away from where you were. You felt the cold air caressing your bare arms and calves, as your skirt reached a little below your knees. It was hard, adjusting to living like this, living and haunting demons while you had your own demons haunting you, for a good while now, life was just, too much. Buffy’s life seemed to be piecing together, Willow met Tara and was obviously in love, Xander started to work and had Anya, you were just… there.

Wishes and what ifs filled your thoughts, you wanted to go back to high school, when it was just the Scooby Gang, when you had Cordelia, who you were close with at the time, you two were always outcasted to an extent, she was especially after Xander cheated on her, that’s when you distanced yourself more from him, while Willow always seemed honestly sorry, he never did. It was never the same after that, while you enjoyed spending time with them, you just never got that close again and your life seemed to go down hill from that ever since.

You watched people passing by in distance, you felt so empty, like someone cut a whole in you that could never be filled, today was especially bad and all everyone cared about was demons and other strange creatures of the dark to fight. A set of footsteps caught your attention, it was getting closer to you, you looked over to see a face you recognised, but haven’t seen in a while.

His hair was still platinum, combed back, he had his leather jacket on per usual and a funeral like — all black — outfit. Your eyes stopped at his face, he tilted his head, as he just stood there for a moment, his gaze lingering on your face, you could swear you saw his eyes soften for a brief moment, before they went back to being cold as usual.

“What’s wrong?” He said and the question took you aback for a second, you parted your lips ready to answer, but ended up biting your own tongue in time.

“What do you want, Spike?” Your voice was calm, almost emotionless, a chill run down your spine as the wind blew again, creating goosebumps on your skin.

“What? What do I want?” Spike let out a scoff, as he relaxed more, now standing in a less of a dull position. “Do I always have to want something?”

“Well, you usually do so… What is it?”

He scoffed again, you could feel your hands clenching slightly at that, he was bothering you and now wouldn’t even say what he wanted.

You just focused back on the people you could see in the windows of the dorm rooms, those passing nearby or those going out, probably to party. You kept a mental note of the fact that he was still there, his gaze was lingering on you and you could feel it. He eventually moved to sit down next to you, you glanced at him, your gaze paused on him, as you noticed his eyes softened again.

“If you’re hoping to see Buffy, she’s not coming.”

“Oh right, the slayer…What a loss.” He said, his tone more playful now, you just glanced between him and the passers by.

Silence fell between you two for a moment, he was just… sitting there and so were you, you didn’t really mind or care as long as he didn’t annoy you too much, it was quite nice, having company wasn’t so bad, even if it meant his company.

“Something is wrong.” Spike said, catching your attention, you turned to him, this time focusing on him. “What’s wrong, hm? Maybe I can help out.”

“I don’t need your help. Or want it.”

“Gee, no wonder you’re sitting alone.”

Ouch.

Your lips lightly pouted, it was instinctual, your head moved down as you looked at him with hurt in your eyes.

“Well, you’re sitting with me. So…”

“So what? You’re not alone? You’re in my company, a bloody vampires and not your ‘my little pony’ friend group?”

You let out a sight answering with a simple, “No.”

He took out a flask bottle out of his coat, he took a long sip, moving it towards you with a raise of a brow.

“What is it?”

“Apple juice— What do you think it is?” He scoffed.

“God you’re insufferable.” You mumbled taking it from his hand and taking a huge sip yourself.

It didn’t take long for you to get more talkative, you had a pretty weak head when it came to alcohol, you were shivering by then, the cold becoming unbearable. You began to think how cool was the fact that the cold couldn’t affect him, he was dead after all and probably cold himself as well… you stopped your train of thought there, because why on earth were you thinking if he was hot— warm or cold.

“You’re shivering.” He noticed, his voice was deep, he took his jacket off. He moved it onto your shoulders, allowing you to adjust it, so you did, doing your best to cover up as much as you could, it just ended with you putting it on fully.

You smiled lightly at him, your cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, “Thanks.”

“So you were saying…” He clears his throat as he takes another sip of the drink.

“Right… Um… What was I…” You frowned your brows, your mind was fuzzy, each thought went in and out within seconds, not letting you to focus on anything. He seemed to notice you struggled with putting it together so he just spoke for now.

“Well truth be told, the… whatever you called them gang… they are not as half as cool as you are, I mean, think of that prat Xander.”

You just nodded in an agreement, there was something in common between you, a human, struggling mentally and a blood thirsty, old as time vampire — your hate for Xander Harris.

“I— I don’t know…” You shook your head, drinking more, the flask was almost empty. “It’s all just… I’m just… Tired.” You looked down as you spoke, voicing it all felt a little too real.

“God this is so depressing.”

“Is it? I think that’s just you, love.” He smiles lightly at you, making you smile, he had a pretty smile… wait what?

God.

“You know what… I- I need to go.” You got up, giving him back the flask, unable to say much you just… took off. You could hear him yelling a couple of “hold up” after you, but you kept on walking, you eventually reached your dorm room, you walked inside.

You took your leather jacket off, but it wasn’t yours, was it?

[seriesxwriting]

Buffy the vampire slayer Masterlist

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞 (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧)

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧)

[five-bi-five-mind]

Curious Little Thing

Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Pairing: Drusilla x fem!reader

Genre: Dark fic and Suspense? Maybe?

Words: 5.8k+

Summary: Drusilla had never had a fascination like you before. She followed you until she couldn't take it anymore. Even if you didn't know it, you belonged to her. But how would you take it when she finally came for what was hers?

Warnings: Mentions of blood; Mentions of stalking; Kinda a dubious consent kiss; biting; blood drinking; this isn't smutty but it's kinda spicy if you know what I mean...

A/N: I thought this would be a good fic for Friday the 13th and also... I had fun with this. I think I'm like one of like five people who write for Dru, but I know folks had asked for her. Finally, I'm delivering lol

(gif not mine; credit to creator)

It all happened so unexpectedly. It was like one minute of her life or well… her afterlife completely woke up after god knows how many years of being utterly dormant. Things used to bore her. She had nothing to keep herself entertained. It was like she was going through the motions at this point. Hunt, kill, hide from the sun and repeat. 

Until she ran across you. See, Drusilla had decided that day that she would take this monotony she found herself in and change it all around. The only problem was: she didn’t know how, but she did have a wicked idea… It had been awhile since someone threatened to end the world. Not just a small, silly scheme either, but really threaten it. Dru couldn’t think of anything more exciting than literally having hell on earth. So why not try to concoct a plan? Maybe she could resurrect an ancient evil or create a demon army. She hadn’t really gotten those details down yet. 

The biggest flaw with that plan was Drusilla didn’t exactly know where to start. So, she waited until nightfall and slipped into a library of the nearby university to scour any old book she could come across. The goal was to pick the biggest baddest beasty and start her scheme to end the world. But then she met you there.

You were such an unsuspecting little thing. Dru was elbow deep in older texts about ancient evils when she heard footsteps. The library was long closed and the books she had her hands on weren’t exactly for the public. It wasn’t like Dru wanted or even needed to talk her way out of why she was there and what her intentions were. When she heard you coming her plan was to just kill you, take the books, and leave. She thought she could use a good meal anyways. Only, when you turned the corner to where Dru was busy studying away and your footsteps ground to a halt did she change her mind completely. When she saw you, you looked like the cutest little deer caught in the headlights. 

Drusilla’s eyes dragged up slowly from the page to where you stood frozen. You definitely weren’t expecting to run into someone this late at night. It wasn’t often when you stayed late at the library, but a perk of the job was you could stay as long as you’d like and enjoy your own research once everyone else had gone home. It definitely was a shock when you realized someone else beat you to some of the books you were going to study. And this someone, you definitely didn’t look like a college student.

When her eyes locked with yours, yours widened. There was something about her, something that wasn’t quite right. There were a lot of people who warned you about being out and about alone after dark, but you didn’t heed them any mind. Was she what they warned about? She had to be with the way her gaze made you feel. The instant her eyes fell on you, you felt this primal sense of fight or flight. It’s one thing to be worried about a trespasser, but it’s another to feel this kind of overwhelming terror. But even with this fear coursing through your veins, you couldn’t bring yourself to move a muscle. 

As Dru drank in your appearance, she cocked her head. Just as you thought there was something strange about her, she thought there was something awfully curious about you too. The feelings that filled her were… unexplainable to say the least. Peculiar is the word she landed on. You didn’t make any move to run when you saw her and people tended to do that whether she had her gnarled, demonic face showing or not. All you did was stare back at her, even when fear was written all over your face. Despite the evident fear, though, Dru found that she didn’t want to kill you. Even when she enjoyed the look of fear before closing in on her prey, she couldn’t even fathom harming a creature that looked as precious as you did in that moment.

Thus started her internal torment over the thoughts of you. The very moment she saw you, she let go of all her plans to bring hell on the mortal world. Instead, she was consumed by why she found you so curious. It disarmed her, and Dru was never one to feel disarmed. She couldn’t tell if she liked this feeling or not. She didn’t know why you elicited it in her, but she suddenly decided her new plan was to find out. 

That night she let you live. You watched in terrifying anticipation as she approached you, but all she did was breeze past you and disappear into the night. Logic wasn’t exactly something you had after seeing her. If you were smart, you would’ve called the cops, told them of the intruder. Even though you thought the cops wouldn’t begin to understand the way you’d describe her. Instead you just sat there for a moment, your mind racing a mile a minute, wondering who she was and why you felt so uncomfortable but also completely drawn to her.

Dru wondered similar things. Weeks had passed and she was still no closer to answering why she was so enthralled by your existence. You were like a nagging little bug that kept buzzing around her head. When she closed her eyes she saw your face; you plagued her dreams. She would lie for hours in bed, staring at the bleak ceiling and all that filled her mind was you, you, you. What could it mean?

She had had her fun following chosen humans before. She had brief little love affairs and obsession. Spike was a particularly long one, but it was all fun until it wasn’t and then she needed something new. She found that something new again and again, but it still was missing a certain spark. She had a small little tingle that ran up her spine when she thought about you though. Was that the spark she was waiting for? 

Curious little human, aren’t you? Drusilla’s interest in you was quickly growing. She followed you when you were foolish enough to go out after dark. You would check your shoulder and she wondered if you could feel her in the same way she felt you whenever she got nearer. It was like this exciting little hum in her body whenever she saw you. Even from the shadows, she swore she could feel the connection between the two of you. It was palpable– At least to her. 

Her stalking of you became somewhat known in the realm of demons. Other vampires knew, when you kept making your foolish night runs to that library you seemed to love so much, that you were not their prey to hunt. They didn’t know what you meant to Drusilla, but they knew that a vampire who held a decent amount of power had claimed you as her own. Not that she had actually made physical contact with you. It wasn’t time yet. Dru didn’t understand why she felt that way, usually she grew quite impatient, but she just knew. She had to wait, even if waiting made her longing for you even stronger. 

Despite Dru’s inclination to wait, she still had this feeling of possession over you. It took her a few weeks for her to realize, but it was like that feeling was there from the moment she saw you. Like the minute your eyes locked onto hers, your fate was signed and sealed to be intertwined with her own. You were just simply hers. Drusilla understood that like she understood her need to feed for survival. 

Whenever she thought more about it, the idea of what you were to her stimulated her in such a delicious way. Hers. Yes, Dru liked that idea perhaps too much. You were just an unsuspecting human, did you know that you belonged to her yet? She suspected that soon you’d find out. When the timing was right. 

Still was this really just another obsession Dru had? That crossed her mind once or twice when she was so close to you she could almost taste you. But you were definitely more than prey to her. She didn’t crave your blood (although she was curious to taste it), she just craved you. It wasn’t even that this felt like a little game of cat and mouse, like so many of her other encounters with humans did. Dru was notorious for loving the way she could turn a simple hunt into a twisted, extravagant event. That might be what others in the demon world thought you were to her, but she didn’t want that with you. What, oh what, did she really want? It tortured her, that thought. Her mind ran in circles until she physically felt dizzy just from the thought of you. When she had her hands on you finally, what would she even do? Would she drain you of your blood and your life to get this annoying little buzz out of her mind once and for all? 

She couldn’t help the curious thought she had of what she would do when she did taste you– and mind you, she absolutely planned to. You would probably taste just divine. The most decadent flavor from the most tantalizing being, human or otherwise, she’d ever come across. But she didn’t want to drain you. No, as much as she played with that idea, she couldn’t imagine the loss of you. But then she also understood that one taste of you could never be enough. Drusilla was baffled by that thought, especially having never tasted you before, but she was more sure that the loss of you would be the eternal death of her than anything else in her entire existence. 

Another thought crossed her mind too. One that was devious and selfish and made her again battle with her own thoughts. It wasn’t even a battle she had ever had with herself in her long afterlife. Not once did she hesitate to turn a human into a vampire. She saw it as a mercy; a gift. But she would often spend nights staring at your face, even if you weren’t aware, and thinking about how delicate it appeared. Then, when the sun eventually came or you moved to somewhere unreachable, she would return to the dark place she called home and stare at her own face in its true form. The way her fingers would dance along the twisted ridges of her demonic visage used to fill her with pride, but this time the feelings in her stomach felt all wrong. She thought about the way she’d turn you and your face would become an unholy thing like hers. Dru knew she wanted to touch and enjoy the softness that came with being a being with a beating heart, and she couldn’t quite imagine taking that away. She assumed eventually she would. After all, she had an eternity and she was beginning to think that that eternity was meant to have you by her side. Still, she wanted time to enjoy you when she finally made her move. She wanted to feel the warmth of your skin in the way that hers lacked it. She wanted to bask in the blood running through your veins and not see more than a drop or two fall from your skin. She wanted you as a human and not as her prey. 

When she finally realized this want was definitive; to have you both as a human and eventually by her side until the end of days, she decided it was time. There wasn’t much planning to do. Drusilla wasn’t feeling very patient about waiting anymore. Not when her need to know you became so unbearable. Her thoughts were so loud and she just needed you to finally quiet them. 

So, her plan was a simple one: Get someone to kidnap you. She could’ve done it herself, but then her warped mind thought it was better if someone took you against your will than her. Even if she was planning to keep you against your will, somehow it still felt different. You could turn your scorn and fear towards the ones she sent for you and then appreciate her for deciding to keep you alive.

Dru had made explicit instructions that you were not to be harmed. Grabbed, yes, but not harmed. If a single drop of your blood was spilled by someone that was not her, the consequences would be grim. 

You were definitely brought to her alright, but were her warnings heeded? No. She had thought she made it very clear, but they had given this excuse that you put up quite the fight. Your head had a small gash, no doubt they had knocked you unconscious just to make it easier for them to drag you into Drusilla’s dwellings. Still, she didn’t quite buy the idea that you’d fight hard enough against her goons to warrant knocking you unconscious. You were such a delicate little thing. Dru imagined that you had barely any fight in you at all. That thought surprisingly thrilled her. All these new feelings rose with the arrival of you and for the first time in a long time, she felt protective. She loved the idea that she was needed in order to protect such a fragile thing as you. Usually, she would consume all that is fragile, but not you. Never you. 

When the two vampires dragged your body into her own private quarters of their hideout, they dragged you with such disregard that her rage boiled within her at the sight. They had you dragged by your arms, your feet scraping against the ground behind you. The way Dru winced at the discomfort she imagined you felt was another curious reaction within her. Your beautiful face was hidden from her, as your head was limp and turned to the floor. Dru immediately snatched you from the two she had foolishly sent out to do what she now realized should’ve been her job. The way she grabbed you, with her demonic strength allowing her to cradle you like a child, shocked the two vampires who assisted her. This was the one and only time she showed anyone outside of her own four walls this sort of care and cherishment towards a human. 

“Stay,” Dru ordered, not even bothering to look towards the two vampires waiting for her. She was too busy petting your head, which had such an ugly gash that juxtaposed the beauty of your face. With the utmost care, she placed you on her extravagant, king-sized bed and stood back for a moment. 

There was anxious shuffling of the two vampires behind her, but she heeded them no mind. Instead, she admired the way your unconscious form looked upon her mattress. After a moment, her fingers traced the angry gash from your forehead. It still seeped out blood, but it was nothing dire. With blood on her fingers, she withdrew them from you and brought them to her face. She dare not taste you yet. No, she wanted you to be aware for that moment and she didn’t want it to be from an unfortunate injury. Still, she put her fingers close to her nose and took a deep inhale. This was the first time she had ever smelled your blood and just from that she knew she was right about her guesses. You will taste heavenly. Her eyes fluttered closed as she breathed you deep, resisting the urge to lick your blood from her own finger tips, but after a moment a nagging thought came to her. It filled her with even more rage than the mistreatment of your body did moments ago.

Her eyes opened slowly and her blood stained hand dropped to her side. She backed away from her bed and turned slowly to the two vampires still waiting anxiously for more orders. “Did you taste her?” Her voice didn’t seem as angry as she felt. No, it only held a sense of eerie calmness. Enough to disarm the two vampires that stood in front of her. 

“Only but a drop, ma’am,” said one.

“It was already on my hands,” said the other. 

And the rage boiled over. Suddenly, there was only one thought that drove her. No being that walks this earth must know the sweet taste of your blood. No being, except for her. 

She turned to her vanity where a rather pointed comb she had rested on it. It was an old relic made of bone, considered an antique, Dru would assume, in this day and age. She admired it for a moment, her face never changing to hint any type of malice. 

The two vampires still obeyed her orders to stay, but watched her closely through the mirror. Every demon and vampire around knew that Drusilla was mad, so to see a calm facial expression from her could be just as frightening as an angry one. For a moment, the room was still aside from your steady breathing as you stayed in slumber on her bed. She breathed in, smelling the faint scent of your blood still as she let her rage finally take over. 

In a blink of an eye, her face twisted to the demonic form she once admired and she turned back to the two vampires standing before her. With swift reflexes, she plunged the end of her once beloved comb straight into the chest of one and, before the second could react to his companion turning to dust, she turned and did the same to him. 

She watched with glowing eyes as their forms decomposed into nothing more than ash before her, the rage in her only a little satisfied with their demise. Her hand dropped the comb on top of the pile of dust that remained, suddenly disgusted by the item she once somewhat cared for, as if it was tainted by them. “Foolish,” she hissed as her face turned back to normal.

After two more deep breaths, she turned back to you. Still asleep, it seemed, but Drusilla didn’t mind. She wasn’t ready for you to meet her eyes yet again. Not when she had just carried out an act that she assumed you might find ugly, considering you still held onto your human morals. She would soon try to separate you from those, but she knew it was a step-by-step process. 

For now, as you stayed slumbering, she got to work on cleaning the blood from your head. While the sight of your blood excited her so, she still didn’t want to see you in pain or even worse, for you to think she caused it without your say. Once the blood was cleaned, the gash looked barely big at all. She was thankful for that at least, but she still ached at the idea that you felt fear and pain from two worthless beings that didn’t deserve to elicit that feeling in you. 

You remained asleep longer than Drusilla could stand, but she knew she couldn’t just wake you. So, instead she laid down next to you. Her head pressed to your chest as she lay and her eyes closed. There was a soft sigh that escaped your lips and Dru wondered if, in your unconscious state, you were still aware of her. Aware of the fact that you were finally where you belonged. 

She stayed with her head over your heart until you were ready to wake. 

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It was hours before you regained consciousness. When you did, you immediately were aware of the throbbing in your head and the pain that came from your forehead. Your hand tried to move to feel the source of your pain, but you realized the arm you tried to use was under what felt like a body. That’s when you also realized the weight on your chest and your eyes popped open. 

The last thing you remembered was walking home and it being dark. You pressed your mind to think harder, but everything came up blank. There was a flash of pain and that was it, everything went dark. Now you’re here… but where is here? The walls looked unfamiliar, the bed was certainly not yours, and you were most certain the person laying partially on you was not someone you knew. 

“Awake at last,” a voice mumbled from your chest. Dru had heard you waking up before you opened your eyes. The way your heartbeat accelerated told her the long awaited encounter between you two was about to begin. 

The voice sounded unthreatening enough, but when her head finally picked up from her chest to look down at you, that’s when real fear flowed through your body. It was the woman you once saw. The woman who plagued your dreams, nightmares or not. Ever since you saw her, it was like her eyes always followed you. You certainly didn’t forget her face, not when it was all you could think about, despite her being a total stranger. 

Fingertips traced down your arm lazily and for a moment you almost enjoyed this comfort. But then you realized this was the woman who frightened you so much and there was no way of knowing her motives. The one thought you had was that most likely they’d be sinister, but it confused you that while you had that thought you didn’t necessarily believe it to be true. 

Either way, you decided it was time to get up. When you sat up, Dru withdrew from you, hoping to see the beautiful eyes that consumed her thoughts. She quite strongly believed that once you woke up with her next to you, you would feel as calm and complete as she did. So, when she saw the panic in your eyes, it disappointed her. 

You jumped up so fast out of the bed and away from her that she even felt offended. It was quite strange, she thought, that it actually hurt her to see you reacting this way. She didn’t get her feelings hurt, it felt quite human to feel that. Here she was, though, staring back at you with pain in her eyes. 

There was a pause then, as yours met hers and you read her expression. The plan was to run the hell out of there, even though you thought your chances of surviving were next to none. Except, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave her. Not when she looked at you with such betrayal. The way your heart ached due to your own actions was confusing, but it’s what kept you rooted in place. 

When she finally stood from her bed, you had the thought if you had an ounce of self-preservation left you should be running. But you still felt like that was the wrong move for some reason. You still stayed frozen in place. “Who are you?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but she heard you nonetheless. 

“Your voice,” she sighed with pleasure. “I’ve imagined it, but never been close enough to hear.” She didn’t answer your question, but her reaction caused your heart to jump.

“So, you were following me?”

“Did you feel me?” She stepped towards you, her tone filled with glee. “Did you know that I was near?”

“I- I’m not sure.” You didn’t know why you answered that. She had completely disregarded her question, and even if your answer was not quite a definitive answer it still told her well enough that she was right. “I think so.”

“Think, think, you think,” she repeated. “Oh, but it’s more than that, isn’t it?” She was taking closer steps to you, yet you still stood still. “Every part of me is drawn towards you. To have you, to hold you, to own you.” Her eyes grew dark at that and you couldn’t stop yourself from gulping.

“Please, I just want to go home.” Your survival skills were finally kicking in. The more she spoke the more you realized how serious this situation really was. 

“Home?” Dru took a step back as if your request physically assaulted her. “Home, but you’re here.” She began to step forward again, her arms outstretched towards you. “Home doesn’t exist anymore, my love. No, no, no… There’s just you and me now.”

“I don’t even know you!” The bite in your voice was probably a mistake, but your confusion for this whole situation was frustrating you. When you saw the way the eyes of the woman before you changed into something darker, demonic even, you realized that it definitely was the wrong choice. 

“But I know you!” Dru snapped back as she took a few more strides towards you. “You buzz, buzz, buzz like a gnat and worm into my brain.” Dru put a finger to her temple and twisted it. “Until all the nasty little thoughts I had are gone and all that’s left is you.”

Her tone grew angry as she spoke and her eyes shifted into a look of deep-seated desperation. “I don’t understand it,” she practically cried. “I liked the dark little thoughts that I had once. I hadn’t a care for life and reveled in death, but then your face came and poisoned my mind. I had such joy in the worst things, but now I don’t wish to destroy. I don’t wish to kill or even to die. I just wish for you.” 

You still just stood there, utterly frozen as she was right in your face now. The fear in your eyes was clear and Dru frowned at it. For the first time, she didn’t want to see fear in a human, so she tried to change her tone. She cocked her head to the side and tried her best to give a reassuring smile, even though to others it would come across as devilish. “But don’t worry, lovely,” she hummed. “You shouldn’t be scared. Not when you’re where you’re meant to be.”

“I don’t understand,” you whispered in such a pathetic, shaky voice. “Why me?” 

“I’ve run my mind in circles,” She said as she leaned in. You could feel her breathe on your lips and you looked down to her own for a moment. There was a pull that you couldn’t explain. Was she drawing you in on purpose or was this feeling genuine? Either way, it scared you. “But no answer is to be found. It just is.” 

“What now?” Your voice still shook as you spoke. “What do you want from me?” 

“Pretty little pet…” Dru cooed as reached out to your face. You flinched, but still she did not stop. Her fingers danced across your skin and there was fear yet again filling your gaze. 

“Shhh, shhh, shhh I won’t hurt you.” Her finger traced across your jaw until it moved to your lips. She pressed it to your bottom lip and you just stood there frozen. “I just want…” Her nail pressed to your skin until you winced and could feel the sting of its sharpness. “...to finally taste what’s mine.”

There was a trickle of warmth down your lip and you realized that it was bleeding. Before you could even react though, she closed the gap between you two. Her tongue came to your bottom lip and a growl that didn’t sound quite human rumbled in Dru’s chest. Another flick of her tongue and the growl turned into a satisfied moan. Your eyes squeezed shut and your body shook slightly at her actions, but it wasn’t totally unwelcome. Something told you, if you pushed her enough, she actually would stop. The only thing is… you didn’t want her to.

She took your bottom lip within her own and sucked ever so slightly. The way you tasted, it was like no other human she drank from. She had only had but a few drops of your blood, but she knew she could spend eternity drinking from it. Although, she much rather drink deeply from you now and still she wanted to indulge in a different part of you. So, with blood still on the tip of her tongue and smeared between both your lips, she released your bottom lip to finally press both her own to yours fully. 

The kiss was deep and full of hunger, but to both you and Dru’s surprise, it was also gentle and careful. Despite the fact that there was blood still slowly running from your bottom lip, it didn’t take away from the pleasure you found yourself feeling. When your lips parted, Dru’s hands came around you and pulled you until your warm body was pressed against hers. Another growl came from deep within her, but it didn’t startle you. Instead, your hands held onto her shoulders as you let her tongue run against your own. 

When Dru kissed you that primal feeling came back over you, only this time it was different. It wasn’t a primal fear, no it was a primal need. Never had you felt such intensity. The way the taste of her tongue mixed with the taste of your own blood didn’t disgust you had your mind reeling. All you knew was that you needed to give in to this kiss. You needed to give in to her. 

Your body had long since surrendered into her embrace when you started to deepen the kiss on your own accord, but before you knew it she was pulling away. Drusilla let out a laugh that would sound sinister to anyone else, but to you that fear you once had was gone. “That’s right,” she drawled. “You understand now, don’t you?”

You didn’t say anything, you just stayed willingly in her embrace as it tightened. To the outside world, you’d imagine it looked almost like a snake wrapping around its prey before life left its eyes, but to you it felt like the opposite. Suddenly, there was a sense of completion; like you were now whole. You didn’t even know that such a fundamental part of you was missing, not until the night you saw her. But here you two were, you were in the arms of what seemed to be a monster, and you didn’t even care.  In fact, you basked in it. Maybe you didn’t know who she was, but you knew she was something powerful and dangerous. So, to mean something to such a being as herself made you feel powerful in your own way too. 

“You belong with me, darling,” Dru whispered as she kissed down your jaw. “Right here…” Her fingers played with your hair as her lips began to run down your neck. The way you felt her hot breath against your skin made you shiver, but Dru kept on. “In my arms…” She continued as she placed a delicate kiss over your pulsepoint on your neck. Your eyes slipped closed and you wondered what was to come, but just as you lost all fear for her before, you lost all fear for your fate too. Whatever she did, even if you weren’t sure you were ready to understand it, you would accept it. “For all eternity…”

You felt sharp pain shoot through your neck at that and a gasp fell from your lips and echoed throughout the room. Dru’s teeth had finally sunk into you and all your questions on what she was were answered. It still didn’t scare you though, not when the pain was soon replaced with a feeling of pleasure that you didn’t understand or expect. 

Another rumble came from Dru’s chest as she continued to drink from you. It sounded almost like a satisfied purr. Usually, when Dru fed from a human, she was rough. She loved the way she could rip into her prey and indulge. That wasn’t what she was doing to you though, she would never treat you with such disregard. When her teeth sunk in and your blood flowed to her tongue, she tried to be as gentle as possible. It was quite hard when her instincts kicked in, but you were hers now and she had to treat you with the best care such a fragile thing like yourself needed and deserved. 

Her tongue ran across your neck and you couldn’t stop the small moan that left your lips. This feeling was intoxicating. It was like she was drunk off your blood and you were drunk off the way she fed on you. To your own surprise, one of your hands came up and tangled in her hair, pressing her closer as she lapped at the sensitive skin of your neck.

Drusilla knew though, that she couldn’t drink as much as she usually did. She wanted to keep your heart beating, at least for a bit longer. It was strange to her that she wanted to enjoy your humanity for as long as it would make sense before she turned you. 

Her teeth withdrew from you and as she looked on at you, she saw shock in your eyes. She didn’t understand at first until she realized that her true face was before you. You didn’t seem scared though, just surprised. Slowly, your hand reached out and touched her skin. Her eyes closed at the touch and all she wanted was to kiss you again, but she waited. When your hand fell back to rest on her shoulder she opened her eyes again and saw nothing but wonder in your own. It only took two deep breaths before her true face changed back to normal, but when it did your expression did not change.

“Will I be like you now?” Your question was a valid one for a human who only just discovered that things like her were real, but she chuckled at it all the same.

“Not yet, my pet,” she said as she wiped what was left of your blood off her lips. 

“But one day I will be?”

“It’s what was meant for you,” she said simply as her hand came up to press gently on your cheek. “It’s what was meant for us.”

“I’m not sure,” you mumbled as you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into her touch, “that I want to be like you.”

“In time you will,” Dru replied. “You will live out your last days and then all that comes after with me, my love.” She leaned in again and her lips ghosted over yours, with just barely any room between them. “But for now…” She murmured against your lips. “I think I’ll keep your heart beating quite a bit longer.”

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Third Eye Blind

Pairing: Doyle x reader

Request: Doyle with a reader who also gets visions. Good suggestions: they both knew of each other beforehand, they did not know and found out and it's just like "same!!", reader is somehow just,,,, unaware of what they mean and tries to ignore them. I'm not sure of which scenario I'll let you pick. Thought of this when we were talking about him earlier

Requested by: 🏜 anon - I’m so sorry it’s taken so long !! 💖

Warning: Alcohol consumption.

You were happiest alone. Or perhaps, you had become so used to it you weren’t able to fathom letting anyone into your life. People tended to misunderstand you, you could see things that they couldn’t.

Even your family had turned their backs on you, you were always too quick to point out if they were hiding something. You couldn’t help it, you felt it inside. Nobody got why, not even yourself. You just supposed you were meant to be alone. Never understood.

You were incredibly observant, and people just didn’t seem to like that. People kind of got spooked when you knew too much. You saw through people and you didn’t really understand how. You just knew.

You weren’t too concerned about the how and the why, mostly because it didn’t really matter. You had always guessed you were lucky really. You just sort of ended up getting the right gut feelings about things. Your daydreams were blurred, your thoughts abstract. And some days they gave you one hell of a headache. But they worked for you. Helped you pay the rent.

You had set up a one person PI firm, not mystical or geared towards demons. You didn’t even know they existed. The boring kind where you spent long hours in your car and took pictures of people cheating on their partners for a profit. You took every case you knew you would make money on, that was the thing about your visions, you saw when the client was wrong about their partner and only took the cases worth your time.

You were sat sideways in your beat up car, legs over the passenger side as you waited for the moment you knew was coming. Your leather jacket draped over you like a blanket as you waited. You were having one of those blurry daydreams again, where the picture moved like a film behind your eye except through an incredibly thick fog.

You were so used to it, you assumed everyone thought in the same way. But they didn’t. You were getting visions. Some days so painful you stayed in bed all day, only dragging yourself out when you felt like you needed to go outside and do something. You always ended up stumbling into helping someone out.

Nobody knew you personally but people knew of you. Knew of how you helped.

You saw someone moving. That was your guy. You grabbed your camera, ready to take a shot of him with this woman that was definitely not your client. You were about to get the perfect shot when your vision was obscured. The lens was blocked by something. Twice in one week? Maybe you weren’t so lucky.

“Hey, hey!” You slammed the door of your car in exasperation, “Doyle! Not again!”

“This one’s mine, darlin’” he collared the guy, who was wearing a human skin suit but you really didn’t need to know that.

“So not a darling. And he’s so not yours either” You insisted, grabbing the sleeve of the mark. Moving him towards his companion as if to will them to kiss with you and Doyle as your audience.

This had never happened until Doyle had arrived in town. It was like he followed you around, swooping in at the last moment to snatch up the people you were tailing. It was almost as if his gut feelings were similar to yours.

You always ran into him like this, he had honestly irritated you to begin with, but you suppose even your luck had to run out at some point. You ended up doing this every other week or so. Fighting over who got to take the glory and in your case the money home. What, you liked helping people out but you had to eat didn’t you?

What you didn’t know is that Doyle was saving the woman from being drained dry. He was a vampire but he had a reputation to maintain, he was a high up lawyer at some law firm you had never heard of and so hadn’t started to attack in case it may ruin his upcoming promotion.

At first he fought with you when the charm didn’t work. Trying to convince you to let him have them. He didn’t have the heart to tell you these people were evil.

Later on though, once he got to know you a little more, he let you have it. Put up less of a fight. After speaking to you, he realised your bills rested on this. He also realised that he liked you. You were strong, independent and he was completely head over heels for you. He eventually just circled back later and brought the demon in to Angel. The vampire ran off, at an almost inhuman pace you noted.

Tonight, neither of you got what you wanted. Or so you thought.

You frequented the same bar. Eventually you started meeting together, you both worked irregular hours and you both appreciated the company.

You enjoyed spending time with him, but you could never let yourself relax around him. You kept people at a distance, you didn’t like making people uncomfortable and that’s all you seemed to do. You kept him at arm’s length, just like you did with everyone.

You liked him, his charm definitely had an effect on you. You wanted to let him know you, but even with the warmth of the liquor sliding down your throat it had never given you enough courage before.

You leaned against the bar, lost in his eyes as you smiled softly, damning yourself for letting any potential with this attractive man pass you by. You met your glass with his before you both downed your drinks.

You were hard to read. But he searched for any scrap that he could find. He loved it when you laughed and the sound of your voice, especially when you were annoyed with him, drove him wild.

“Maybe it’s the liquor talkin’ but I see something in you” he shook his head and looked into the bottom of his empty glass.

“Yeah, I think it’s the liquor…. Kiss me?” You surprised yourself more than him. Perhaps the powers themselves had intervened, you surely would have never spoken your thoughts aloud if they hadn’t. It was all he had ever wanted to do, you didn’t have to ask twice.

You reached for him, your hand grazing his upper arm as he pulled you into him. His hand clasping the base of your skull as his lips met yours. He kissed you as if you were going to disappear when he opened his eyes again, he savoured every touch you graced him with. He was memorising the way you felt, the way you tasted, how you kissed with such intensity.

Your visions had been hazy for so long. So hazy they hadn’t even registered as anything other than a daydream. Your (second) sight blurred, a supernatural water wash. Until now. Until him.

He had suddenly made everything so clear. Even in your tipsy state. It was fireworks, shooting stars and any other cliché under the sun. But you felt it, honest to God, you felt it.

Clarity.

You were meant to meet. You were meant to understand. To finally see the way that you were supposed to. To use your gift, your visions, because that’s what they were, for good. For a purpose. A purpose you didn’t realise you had been craving until now.

He felt it too, he must have. The ground had shaken. The Earth had tilted on its axis. It made everything intense, especially the kiss. He reached for you, pulling you closer until you nearly toppled from the bar stool you were sat on.

That’s when you parted, he smiled as your breathy laughter bubbled over. God, he loved that laugh. Love, what a funny thing it was.

A flash, like flipping through an old photo album in reverse…

Green skin. Soft bed. Doyle’s smiling face glowing in candlelight. Your lips on his, his hand in yours. Running through the streets, scared but on top of the world. Tailing something big and violent. A tall man in a trench coat hugging you and Doyle, and smiling. Your life suddenly feeling fuller. Hope sprang from deep within.

“That was…” You couldn’t find the words. But he knew.

“Oh, yeah,” He nodded, recognition in his eyes, “Why didn’t you say?” He meant about the visions. He knew all to well why you might have hidden your feelings.

“Why didn’t you?” You asked trying to pretend you knew what he was talking about.

“You didn’t know, did ya?”

“Know, uh, know what?”

“You got the sight, welcome to the club, darlin’. Not exactly a winner, that I’ll grant you, but nobody said the good fight was a fair one”

“Uh… the club?” It was a lot to take in. The sight? Good fights?

“You want more, don’t you? You want to do somethin’ that isn’t sitting around waiting for some idiot to cheat on his partner, which I would never do by the by” he raised his hands in surrender as he said it, which made you smile. Nodding slightly at his words.

You did want more. You wanted to live, not to just survive. You wanted to be someone, do something worthwhile. And you knew for sure that you wanted to do it by Doyle’s side.

“I know a guy I want you to meet. Well, not so much a guy as a-”

“What, now?”

“No better time than any,” he shrugged before hesitating, “Uh, maybe after one more-” He was going to say drink. But you both knew he meant kiss. You crashed your lips to his, addicted to the way he tasted. This feeling could get your drunker than any liquor this place had to offer. You had never felt for anyone like this. Never understood someone, felt such a connection.

And just like that, you had joined the good fight. Doyle took good care of you, helped talk you through everything in that disarming way that made you feel safe even when you were being chased by demons. He doted on you and ensuring he always had pain meds handy whenever you needed them. Even though you always insisted he should take care of himself in the same way but he always told you that’s what he had you for. You were each other’s biggest support.

He was a good man. A good demon, you later understood. You could never love anyone more. Your visions complemented each other’s. You received messages that he didn’t and together, they created a bigger picture. Easier to understand than jut one of you alone.

You were soulmates, in every sense. And loneliness had become a long distant memory.

[fedcrypt]

hi! i don’t know if you write for angel (btvs) but could you maybe write dating angel hcs? sfw & nsfw?

XOXO, CHESHIRE — hi my lil crow <3! i do most certainly write for angel, i hope you enjoy <3! p.s. i’ve studied and have so many headcanons in my own mind about angel (and angelus) from over the years and some get displayed here but i can explain more in another post if you or anyone else wants !!

WRITING WARNINGS: potentially a warning for stalking but like in the way that we see he does with buffy like idunno if that qualifies as stalking but i’m mentioning it, technically i refer to angelus (my bby) as well, some violence but like it’s protective angel and oh yeah a small bit of NSFW CONTENT.

oh the moment he saw you, he was hooked and angelus who was so far hidden back in his mind had let his obsessive qualities come full force into angel.

everywhere at night since then, if he ever caught your scent or saw you, he would ✨ politely ✨ follow you around to make sure you felt and were safe. god help anyone who made you not feel safe at all, excluding him.

this man, even without fully having met you as of yet, would physically harm or potentially “accidentally” kill someone if they dare touch you even with a slight bumping into you or make you even the slightest bit uncomfortable.

realistically as i’ve noticed in btvs and angel the series + my own personal headcanon, angelus isn’t a 100% gone like they tend to try and portray in both series. sure like angel has his soul most of the time but that anger? how he moves or snaps when he loses his mind? how he seems to not entirely be himself when he loses control? that’s all angelus in my opinion. i personally headcanon had angel knows that angelus is always lurking in the back of his head, which is why he’s always in there, and angel is afraid of him coming out but as we’ve seen in both series that he basks in people referring to him as angelus sometimes and gets cocky about it.

so we move on with the knowledge that angelus is a sneaky bastard hiding in angel’s mind and sometimes pulling the strings 🫡

the obsession that angel has with you is completely different than his obsession with drusilla. he wouldn’t want to make you crazy or do anything to harm you. in fact, it’s the opposite, he wants to keep you safe from everybody and everything but also let you shine like the prettiest diamond in the dirty rough world that you’ve found yourself in.

the moment that he officially meets you and gets to see your pretty eyes staring into his own, the pretty smile upon your face, and your sweet voice talking to him ; he feels like this is perfectly meant to be. that you were meant for him and him only. he gets even more possessive and cocky about you from this moment forward. i’m referring to him being cocky as in, when buffy chose angel over riley and he smugly made that face at riley as he followed buffy like a puppy out of the room.

speaking of like a puppy, he tends to act that way with you! he’s your sweet good old boy who has playful tendencies and some anger problems but he does good if you try to teach him how to behave. after all, when he was alive as liam, he wasn’t exactly the nicest person to anybody let alone any partner. but he’s learned over the years, both with his soul and without it as angelus, that he has to be better when attempting to care. you are the only one who gets to teach him and show him how to be a good lover as you notice he’s trying, not to mention he will open up and explain how he was prior to you with his past relationships.

you like gifts? he’ll be very good at gifting you random things that he finds and knows you like or that you may potentially like based on what he knows about you. considering he listens and hangs on to every word that you say even if it’s a joke. if you like written love letters? oh my goodness this man has got you. he can say some of the most romantic things to you in his letters plus it’s more “old school” and easy for him to do. you’ll get some heavy devotion confessed in those letters so you better keep them in that pretty little wooden box that he buys you once he realized you left those letters by your bed <3

he’s a very gentle lover to you and not super controlling over you but he does know how to manipulate you / persuade you if he desperately needs to but you can usually tell and i feel like you’d call him angelus when he tries to do that. both himself and angelus are at your beck and call, even if neither one of them could admit it. now i can ramble on about soft angel and soft angelus some more but i feel like we should briefly get into some of the other good nsfw stuff 😈

angel is always in control no matter how hard you try to be in control. he is so used to being in control whenever he was angelus that he grasps at being in control over you whenever you have sexual relations, outside of that basically you are in control.

i feel like angel is a very gentle lover and of course definitely is experienced which can lead into him being a lot to take in / wrap your head around as he can be overwhelming with how much devotion and love he gives you. he pays nearly so much attention to you, it may freak you out with how sensitive he is when it comes to your micro expressions and movements. his goal is to ensure that you experience everything in the most euphoric sense.

angelus is a good boy once you break him down enough, and as i previously stated, happens to always be in control and if you take your time along with playing his games you will be rewarded overtime with him being your good boy to treasure. angelus wants you to perceive his role in life and break him down, play games with him, leave him sounding like a depraved lunatic man for you.

the pair of them love you so much and would do anything for you, especially in bed, just let them love you how they see fit damnit!

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Permission (Spike x y/n)

Requested: Yep. @wtv-my-current-hyperfixation

TW: Smut. A lot of smutty smut.

Word Count: 2.2k

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The TV plays in the background. Canned laughter and rehearsed lines contrast the mood and actions in the room. The air is heavy. The room is scented of spice and musk.

You run your hands up to Spike’s hair as your mouth gets lost in a torrent of lust and wanton desire. His hands hold you tight as you straddle him on the sofa. You come up for air, soft pants with heavy eye contact.

“You like that, love?” He spanks your ass and gives it a tight squeeze.

You let out a soft moan, inviting him for more.

His member is hard and tight against his jeans. You tease him by creating friction between your underwear and the top of his jeans. He leans his head back, enjoying the taunting. Preparing himself for what’s to come.

You lean in for another kiss and instead Spike trails his mouth down your neck. He leaves love bites on his way to your collar bone where he works steadily to create a hickey.

Once done he leans back to admire his handy works, “Mine.” He whispers.

You continue to ride him, fully clothed, in an attempt to ease some of your own lust.

“I want more.” You croon.

He turns and pushes you onto the couch roughly, your back to the soft material. You gasp as you go down.

He hikes up your skirt and makes quick work of your underwear. His hand finds your slick and plays with your slit. You bite down a moan. He gently finds your opening and inserts a finger. His thrusts are steady, long, and deep. You moan at his ministrations.

“Let’s see if my girl can take two.”

He works on inserting another finger, stretching you to your max.

“Gotta gets you ready for the main course.”

You are full and lost in desire. He pumps his fingers in and out, in and out. You count your breaths to stay sane. Without warning her curls his fingers making you see stars.

Spike has decided he wants to make you orgasm multiple times tonight. He is relentless with his fingers, making sure that you’re deep in pleasure.

“Do you like that, love? Am I making you feel good?”

You can barely answer, your brain in a fog. You babble an answer which is incomprehensible and makes Spike laugh.

“Shall we pick up the pace? Can you take it?”

As promised, he moves his hand faster, curling his fingers when inside. He uses his other hand to massage circle on your clit. He is deliberate with his movements matching his thrust with the pressure he is placing on your clitoris. You’re a mess. You can barely breathe, holding onto the sofa for dear life.

He is consistent and persevering. He mumbles dirty words to you, lost in his own pleasure. You can feel your insides tighten. Your abdomen feels tight and ready to burst. You try to warn Spike, but that was his goal. He wanted to get you off with his fingers and make sure you’re hazed out with pleasure before he gave you the main course.

You feel something snap, electricity courses through your brain. It hits your pleasure point, and you gasp in shock followed by a slew of loud moans. You’re still trying to regain yourself when you feel Spike pull you up.

“Come on, we’re not done yet.”

Your legs are jelly, so you struggle to stand up, still fucked out and lost. Spike smirks at your demeanor. His pride and joy. He grabs you and carries you down to the bedroom. He throws you on the bed, rough and aggressive. You gasp in surprise. By his actions, you could tell that tonight would be an intense night. So, buckle up.

You try to make quick work of your clothes but Spike is already naked and impatient. He walks up to you and tears your clothes off. Shreds of fabric all over his bedroom floor. You scowl but he dismisses you.

He lays down face up, his erection standing up and proud. You knew what he wanted. You put your hair to the side and lean down to give him sloppy head.

Your mouth envelopes his penis. Hot and moist. You work your way down slowly, reminding yourself of his size and girth. You bob up and down, up and down, setting a steady rhythm. Spike’s head is tossed back, eyes shut. He loved feeling your mouth on him. If he didn’t have other plans for you, he would finish in your mouth.

You slither your tongue against his tip tasting his precum. You give it a little kiss and shove his length back into your mouth. Spike becomes impatient, desperate and presses your head down. He wants you to choke. He wants you to gag. You oblige. Tears prick your eyes as you let him find his pleasure. He lets go and you come up for air, gasping.

“Good girl.” He praises you.

You lean so as to take him back into your mouth, but he pulls your hair, stopping you. You look at him confused.

“Lay down.” He commands.

You lay on your back waiting for his next command. He straddles your torso and places his cock against your breasts. You were catching on. You press your breasts together for him to pleasure himself. You spit in between your breasts to give him lubrication.

He thrusts his penis against your breasts roughly. He wanted to feel as much pleasure as possible. You couldn’t lie, looking up at him with his penis so close to you made you feel weak and wet. You wanted to pleasure him as much as possible cause you knew he would reward you well.

You open your mouth to catch the tip of his penis when he thrusts up. He is steady and consistent in his thrusts. He grunts as he finds his pace. Suddenly he stops, remembering his plans for the night.

He leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead before settling himself in between your legs.

“So wet. All for me?” He teases. “You nasty, bird.”

He pulls your body down the bed closer to the edge. It was time to worship. He nuzzles his head in between your legs, taking in your scent. He licks your clitoris, shy and chaste. He traces a longer lick on your slit, inviting himself in. He is focused as he licks circles around your clit, playing with pressure and movement.

You’re a moaning mess. You love when he gave you head but you always forgot how intense it could be.

His tongue finds your hole and wanders inside. He moves his tongue inside you. You’re seeing stars. He makes sure to place pressure on your clitoris with his hands as he licks your insides. His face is covered with your slick and he loves it. He can’t get enough of you. You’re impatient and grab his head. You want him to make you come right that instant. To which he gives you a smack on your hip, teaching you who’s in control. You stay still, pliant and ready. He takes his time eating you out. His tongue returns to your clitoris. He trails long circles around it. Adding pressure on and off, on and off. You can feel your body levitating from the pleasure. You’re caught up in the moment and want this to last forever.

He introduces two fingers in you while he continues to circle your clit with his tongue. He had plans to make you cum as many ways as he could. You were seeing stars. You were gone with the movement and you stayed that way.

His fingers pick up the pace. His tongue is relentless in putting pressure on your clit. You gasp for air. You knew it was coming. You wanted to be prepared for your orgasm. However, in his last thrust he curled his fingers hitting your G-Spot and it sent you. You’re a screaming moaning mess. Your eyes water from the intensity of the orgasm. Your body convulses and lifts up from the bed.

Spike places a hand on your abdomen to keep you in place. He refuses to stop his ministrations. He wants you to feel it all. He wants to ride that orgasm all the way to the end.

You eventually come down form your high, spent and tired. Spike smiles and wipes his face with a nearby towel.

“You look so pretty when you cum.”

You look up at him, fucked out, dazed and pleasured. You inch up towards your pillow getting ready to sleep.

“Oh no you don’t. I’m not done with you.” He pulls you by your leg.

You look up at him surprised and a little scared. He grins as he approaches you. He leans down for a kiss.

“I’m not done getting what I want. Lay on your stomach.”

You slowly oblige, concerned about what’s coming next but excited that there’s more.

Spike pulls out massage oil from the nightstand nearby. He straddles you, puts some oil on your back and starts massaging you. You sigh. You could get used to this. He makes sure to work your shoulders and lower back. Places that he knows you hold the most tension. He waits until you’re relaxed and satiated to slip hi cock in between your folds. You gasp in surprise and follow it with a moan. His girth and length filling you.

His favorite position was to take you from behind while you lay on your stomach. He could get so much more space to move, a nice view of your ass, and easy access to your hair.

He thrust slow into your cunt. Soft and caring. Making you feel safe. He is deliberate in his strokes, letting you get accustomed to his size. He smiles at himself and without a warning lays down a loud slap on your base ass. You yelp. He follows it with another, and another. He starts to pick up the pace, riding you hard. You can feel him fill you to the hilt. Your moans fill the room. Embarrassed, even after everything he’s done to you, you hide your face in a pillow to keep quiet.

“Oh no you don’t.” He grabs, twists your hair in his hand and pulls. “I want to hear how good I’m fucking you.”

You’re caught in limp kitten mode. At his mercy. He fucks you rough and long. He rides you until you’re sore and begging for release. He wants to be like this forever. Powerful and full of lust. The room is filled with the sound of your moans and the harsh sounds of meat slapping together. He eventually lets you go to land more slaps on your ass. You’re begging for more. He obliges. You loved when he dominated you. It made you feel wanted, dirty, and satiated.

Without a warning he pulls out. You groan in desperation.

He man handles you and flips you on your back. He lifts your legs and folds you in a mating press. Without missing a beat, he slips himself back inside you and fucks you hard. His hips hitting against yours in a steady rhythm. He grunts and huffs as he fills you up time and time again. You’re a pitch away from screaming in pleasure. Your moans are loud and non-stop.

He makes sure to be in control not just of your pleasure but of your body. You start begging for release.

“Can I come. Please, can I come?”

“Not yet, sweetheart. Be good for me.”

You nod and hold on. Your brain only understands pleasure and the need to hold onto your orgasm. He thrusts hard and long. He wants you to remember the feeling and shape of his penis inside of you. He feels himself getting closer and debates if to finish inside you. He leans down and bites down on your shoulder making sure to leave another mark. He wants people to know what transpired here today.

“Come.” He commands.

As if in cue you unravel under him. You come undone in a seeping heap of moans and thrashing. You’re no longer in control of your body. You’re his to use and his to have.

He lets you catch your breath, barely, before he pulls you up.

“Get up. On your knees.” He comands you to kneel before him.

You do as he says. You look up to him, seeing him jack off his penis furiously in front of your face. You knew what he wanted. You open your mouth and without fail he fills your mouth and face with his cum. You take it all in. Filthy, dirty and pleasurable.

You kneel there for a couple of seconds before Spike gets a towel to clean your face. He is gentle and loving, a contrast to his earlier behavior. Once cleaned he leans in for a gentle kiss,. Soft and loving. You open your eyes and smile.

“Can I rest now?”

“Yes, my love.”

“Did I do good?”

“You did amazing. You’re such a good girl.”

You smile as you get into bed. He makes sure that you’re tucked in before he gets into bed. He scooches over to you. You lean your head against his chest and before he can praise you again, you’re asleep in his arms.

[fandomnerd9602]

Buffy confronts Y/N…

Buffy: got you in my sights, vampire

Y/N: you are the most gorgeous slayer I’ve ever seen! Course I don’t see many.

Buffy: your days of hunting the innocent are over

Y/N: innocents? I don’t hunt people. I’m a vegetarian.

Buffy: what?

Y/N: I drink animal blood.

Buffy: oh…you know you’re pretty cute too.

For @jacenradio7

[noceurstars]

Rupert Giles

“Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.”

Spike / William

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Xander Harris

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, April 3

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