#Buffyverse imagine

[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 bloody 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. Pleased 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.

[liam-summers]

Bangel + Forehead Touch

[prose-for-hire]

Should I Stay or Should I Go? (Part Two)

Part One // Part Three // Part Four

Pairing: Spike x Giles!reader

Part two of four 💖

Warning: reader drinks, difficult relationship with dad!Giles, reader doesn't like Buffy much.

You did, it turns out, like Spike in a way you hadn’t realised until you had spent some time with him. It made sense now, all the time you had tried talking to him and clinging onto the small amount you had learnt about him while he stayed with you for all those months. The amount of Passions you watched just to spend time with him.

He fascinated you, made you feel at ease in a way that no one ever had, despite the casual threats of death.

You knew, however, that if you stayed where you wanted to be, with Spike, there could be trouble. Not only with the Scoobies. You were still hurt by what had happened with your father. You felt like a failure, you had never meant to lose the jobs or disappoint your Dad.

You just hated the expectations he had and the pressure he had always laid on so thick and it made you want something completely different. What this different thing was, however, you weren’t sure.

You were sitting on a stone tomb, watching as Spike walked towards you, slamming himself down beside you while he waited the last agonising minutes for the sun to rise.

“What’s happening in that mind of yours?” He asked, using two fingers to tap his own temple. He had caught you staring into the distance again, reliving that horrible moment with your father.

“What do you mean?”

“Can tell there’s something up from a mile away” He shook his head adding, “Not that I care much that is”

“I feel like a bad person” you sighed, folding in on yourself.

“You ain’t bad, believe me, I know bad”

“Maybe I haven’t killed anyone like you but if I was a good person, Dad wouldn’t have-” You started to let your mouth run as fast as your thoughts, before he cut you off, a flash of anger behind his eyes at how you had been made to feel.

“Don’t start with all that rot, what dear Rupert did was evil even by my standards. If anything, love, you’re painfully average verging on boring” He shrugged, lighting up a cigarette as he spoke.

“Thanks, I actually really needed that,” You laughed through the tears that had started to well in your eyes. You paused for a moment, before asking, “I don’t think you’ve ever spoken to me this much. Why wouldn’t you talk to me at Dad’s?”

“Couldn’t risk it”

“What do you mean?” Your words caught in your throat as you asked.

“Well, you know, send in the pretty one to play good cop and all that crap” he explained, elaborating that he had thought that you were playing him to get information out of him about the Initiative for Buffy and the others.

You smiled softly at the way he spoke about you. You sat in silence for a while, smiling at him softly, leaning back against the threadbare sofa. He did the same, lying back, his head turned towards you until there were mere inches between you.

He was watching your lips curve in that way he found so pleasing. It made him feel something deep within, a tensing, a fluttering of something he couldn’t describe. God, how he wanted to lean into you, press his lips against you. But he couldn’t let himself go there. He didn’t like Watchers or Slayers. In fact, he hated you. Yep, definitely. Hate. That was what this was.

Later on, after you had stayed for a couple more days, you began to worry that you had outstayed your welcome but he had never actually asked you to leave. It had been confirmed to you as Spike burst through from the lower level of the crypt and kicked some of your old clothes you had set aside to go to a laundromat later.

“Bloody crap everywhere! Can’t move for all your human bollocks” He kicked a bag that was leaking clothes onto the floor. You had sneaked back into your Dad’s place to grab more of your stuff and had overheard him on the phone to someone, once again assassinating your character.

“You’re right. I should probably find something more human-y and permanent” You shrugged, “Thanks for, uh, letting me stay and all”

“Where you gonna go?” He stopped what he had been doing, his brow furrowing in that way that you found so cute. His head cocked to the side as he asked the question.

“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll find something”

“Can’t have that, love, stay until you’ve got somethin’ more proper figured out”

“You want me to stay?”

“’S not that. You could be eaten up tomorrow and I wouldn’t give a toss,” He insisted, slightly more half-heartedly than normal, “Just wouldn’t be right to see you out when you’re perfect bait for anything nasty that walks it’s way in”

It was true, the two instances that a demon had found their way into the crypt, they had made straight for you. Thus, ignoring Spike and letting him gain the upper hand on them both.

His eyes lit up at the way you smiled at his words. Despite the cruel appearance of his words, they made you smile. You had found yourself fond of his threats, his way with words. You had it bad. He drank in your form, eyes lingering first on your lips then slowly along your cheek and before slowly moving to meet your eyes.

He snapped himself away, after spending too long with that unmoving gaze. He snatched up his book and began to read by candlelight sat on one of the stone tombs, again waiting for the sun to set so that he could grab some blood and other necessities.

You stayed on the sofa, lying back and thinking about everything that had brought you to this point.

The turning of the pages and the soft candlelight, the occasional whisper of Spike’s voice as he murmured words that he was reading under his breath. It made you yawn, eventually slipping into a slumber. The atmosphere made you feel so comfortable, comfort in such a way that you had never experienced before. You weren’t afraid of being attacked or judged for your decisions. You didn’t have any pressure or expectations to live up to.

You felt… safe.

After placing a blanket over your sleeping form, Spike decided to make a little trip out. He needed to get a few things, he was starting to enjoy having a roommate. Especially one that he found so attractive. Not that he particularly let himself think on this for too long. He was trying so desperately to stop the feelings from growing, denying it the light of day to bloom.

You hadn’t noticed it to begin with, the way that the crypt started to resemble something not far from cosy. There was a tv set, a little makeshift bar with a fridge and it had been decorated with fairy lights and he had even sourced a real mattress for your room on the lower level. It was split into two, Spike had the bigger room, his explanation was that he deserved it being the only one providing for the house while you tried to find a job. 

After a couple of months, you and Spike had been dancing around feelings that had started to grow, not that either of you recognised that the other felt the same. Spike could be grumpy and still often threatened to drink from your brainstem if you left a mess around the place. He was surprisingly particular about how his home was made, especially considering that you were in a crypt and half of it was covered in cobwebs.

“Fancy a proper drink then, pet?” He asked one night.

 You had grown fond of the pet names and smiled at his words, you would never have thought your relationship with Spike would become something akin to a friendship. You adored him and allowed yourself brief daydreams where you reached for more.

“I haven’t got any money, Spike, you know that”

“On me”

“I don’t like being in debt to people”

“I’m sure we can work out some kind of repayment” He arched his eyebrow suggestively before snatching up his leather duster and gesturing for you to follow him.

Turns out, there was no repayment necessary as Spike stole the liquor and two glasses from behind the bar and topped up your drinks all night. You never thought you would feel so normal drinking in a demon bar. You did get a few suspicious looks but when Spike glared back they assumed that he was just going to eat you later himself.

You sat in a booth, leaning into him so you could hear what he was saying over the music that was playing. He told you all sorts of stories about his ‘glory days’ and you hung onto every word. You could tell he was exaggerating some of them to impress you and it only made you enjoy them more.

“Spike?” You asked quietly after a while.

“Mm?”

“Is this a date?” You asked, eyes not able to meet his. You instead pretended to find the contents of your glass incredibly interesting.

“Depends, love”

“On?”

“If-” He started, never able to finish what he had been about to let slip. Luckily or unluckily, depending on which mood he was in, he didn’t have chance because a gang slammed the entrance open and started to smash the place up.

He immediately got up and positioned himself in front of you, blocking you from the threat. He smirked and rolled his eyes when he saw you get up and stand beside him in his peripheral.

They were clearly looking for someone that wasn’t you, but when their eyes did land on you it was all that they were interested in. It was the Scoobies. They had clearly heard some edited version of why you had left from your father as they looked at you with suspicion.

“I should have known that you would sink as low as this. To dance with depravity like this is truly reprehensible” Your father spoke first as the other three whispered to each other.

“Spike’s done more for me in the last month than any of you put together. These people haven’t done anything to you-”

“Apart from the fact that they’re not people, they’re demons,” Buffy reminded you. You ignored her.

“I don’t care what you think of me anymore Giles, I don’t care that I’ve disappointed you and I don’t care that you think I’m all “evil” now for having a couple of drinks in a demon bar. Surely someone that was educated so well couldn’t be so stupid?!” You rolled your eyes

“Y/n-”

“Take your Slayer and go” You warned. They had just been looking for information anyway, Giles decided to do as you said (for probably the first time in your life). What you had said affected him. He had been visibly taken aback before you watched him walk back with the rest of the Scooby gang.

The bartender announced free drinks for everyone to celebrate their unlife lasting at least another night now that the Slayer had left. You weren’t exactly feeling it anymore though, so you both left.

You assumed Spike was going to say something mean in answer to your questioning that had been interrupted. But he truly had almost said it had been a date. If you had wanted it to be. He would have done anything, so long as it had made you happy. He knew this now. Knew for certain his desire, his love, was a force that could not be curtailed. The way you had stood up for yourself, even for him. He was used to the insults that were hurled his way by Buffy and the others. He had forgotten what it was like to have someone in his corner.

He was doing that thing again, watching you with that look. The one that told you he knew you, could see directly into your soul. The one you would so gladly offer up to him had he asked.

You were grateful for his presence beside you as the adrenaline from the argument still draining from your body slowly. It had still not properly subsided by the time you both arrived home.

Home.

Funny how a place like this could make you feel such relief. It was simple, but you had never felt that way coming ‘home’ before.

You stood close, his face close to yours, so close that you could smell him. Thick smoke and some kind of cologne that you had never noticed before. You leaned in further, not knowing if it was leftover adrenaline or just pure need, you caught his lips with yours.

He had been leaning towards you at the same moment, his hand sliding up your arm, lingering against your neck. He cradled your neck as his lips moved to meet yours. He pressed himself against you, desperate and wanting. Needing your touch, your kiss. Your everything.

His touch made your kiss deepen, you pulled his shirt, balling it in your fists as you tried to pull him even closer. He tasted good. Too good.

You moved away from him, breaking the sweet contact you had been wanting for so long now. You stepped back again, telling him to go and make himself comfortable. You needed to grab a few things and that you would be back.

“Bloody tease!” he called after you playfully as he did what you had said. He’d have listened to anything you had said to do that again. To touch your body so intimately. It had been all he had fantasised about. All he had been consumed by.

You didn’t immediately understand why you did it.

Why you left the crypt and didn’t look back, walking away into the night.

Leaving him waiting for your return.

[forcebookish]

i love that he likes her!!!! he's the only scooby who genuinely does!!

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

Event poll series: Fictional Wrestlemania (Night 1)

Match 4: BTVS Angel vs. Patrick Bateman in a casket match

If you want to catch up on the lore/storyline details: Click this link

[thepunkmuppet]

tearing out my hair and throwing up and screaming at the sky every single day because on the vampiric council, which consisted of so many famous actors from vampire media (including the shitty old buffy movie!!!) we didn’t have the fanged four from btvs. like. middle aged modern day them in those white robes with big sharp fangs. think about it.

*viago voice* and this is james, julie, juliet, and… dave. hi dave.

or even if it was just spike and angel, they could have been arguing every time anyone said anything and all the other vampires were like SHUT THE FUCK UP GUYS WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LIKE THIS

[seriesxwriting]

Buffy the vampire slayer Masterlist

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞 (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧)

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧)

[all-seeing-ifer]

guys if xander was a teenager today with access to today's internet do you think he'd be a furry. serious answers only

[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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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.

[liam-summers]

02.09 | 03.12

↳ Buffy and Angel + When the person you love doesn't care about the thing you think makes you unloveable.

Requested by @keanherself 💖

[prose-for-hire]

Should I Stay or Should I Go? (Part Three)

Part One // Part two // Part Four

Pairing: Spike x Giles!reader

Part three of four 💖

Warning: reader drinks/smokes, difficult relationship with Giles and not friends with Buffy.

He had been searching for you when you hadn’t returned, his face steeped in worry as he stormed through the night to find you. Maybe you had got lost or eaten in that annoying human way. He cared for you deeply. He couldn’t help it and as he walked through Sunnydale until the light started to singe his body, he knew that he couldn’t fight his feelings anymore.

It had been five days. He had caught your scent around the UC Sunnydale campus but he kept losing it in certain places. He needed to see you, needed to make sure that you were okay.

He had been sleeping in your bed clinging to your clothes, bathing in your scent. Wishing he could have you back by his side again, where he was more sure each day that you truly belonged. He wished to have you pressed against him again, cradle you in his arms, grip your body in his bed.

He had found you five days later by chance, stalking into the Bronze looking for something to pass the time. His mind on you but he had little hope that you would appear before him. He was even beginning to worry he had dreamt you up.

Until, well, there you were. Stood at the side of the Bronze looking miserable as you swirled your drink around. You were talking to a redhead who looked a little exhausted by your company.

He stepped back, watching you intently as if you were a mirage. He wanted to reach out and touch you so badly but he was afraid you may be a cruel illusion. He had looked for you for days, he had worried sick about you.

From the dark he overheard your conversation, you had left because of the kiss. It had overwhelmed you as much as you had wanted to stay in the moment forever.

“I just don’t know… should I go? Should I stay?” You asked, not for the first time since you had started talking to her.

“I, uh, I’m still not sure Spike is exactly boyfriend material”

“I’m not trying to make a blanket out of him, Will” You said smiling softly at the idea of Spike wrapping his arms around you.

Your indecision was bugging even yourself as you spoke about it for the millionth time. Willow was at a loss as to what to say other than that Spike was very dangerous and ultimately evil. You were already way past that and had seen the good in him as well as the bad. You liked both but you knew that this would sever any chance at reconciling with your Dad.

“Embarrassed, is that it?” Spike asked, his eyes not meeting yours as he stepped from the shadows. His eyes were haunted by a situation much like this, some decades earlier. He felt it, the rejection, the pain. It was so acute and written on his face so clearly that you could almost feel it yourself.

“Spike, it’s not like that, I-”

“You used me for a cheap thrill and then went toddling back to your boring little life livin’ under Daddy’s thumb”

He stormed out, lighting up a cigarette as he walked, his duster whipping around him as he walked into the street. You ran after him, ignoring his muttering about not even getting to the thrilling part.

You grabbed his shoulder and he let you turn him to face you. He was agonisingly close, you even found his frown cute. His anger desirable. You wanted to kiss his pain away, remove the furrow from his brow. Offer up any thrill that he could possibly want.

“If you don’t want me then bloody well let me free” He moved as if to push past you but you took his hand. With your touch he softened, even slightly.

“I was scared, Spike”

“Now you find the time to bloody fear me”

“It’s just, I was trained from a child to be a Watcher and as much as I never cared for it, things like that are kinda difficult to unlearn. Suddenly I was ten years old again being screamed at by some stuffy Watchers when I started to empathise with one of the vampires in our case studies.”

You had been wrestling with your own morality. It was a battle you could never win when kissing Spike felt so right but everything you had been taught until now had told you it was so wrong.

He nodded, understanding that where you come from can impact your life, and even your un-life. He was still reeling from the rejection, it had hurt in a way that he hadn’t felt since he was human. He offered you a smoke, you took it, leaning into him as he flicked his lighter on for you. Your eyes met, deepening your gaze as you inhaled the thick smoke.

Nothing was said in this time, though it lasted for an age, something unspoken was communicated. Shared.

He lowered himself, his duster sliding from his shoulder slightly as he knelt on the floor his cigarette bobbing from his lips as he spoke, “I’m on my knees here, pet, I can’t lose you. Love like this comes once an eternity.”

“Love?”

You reached for him, lowering yourself to kneel with him, your hands clasping his after flicking your cigarette away. You couldn’t help the way your doubts creeped into your head, how your upbringing made you question every move that you made in terms of good and evil.

“Where do we go from here?”

“Come home?”

You had barely nodded before he slammed his lips against yours, your knees resting uncomfortably on the tarmac, but all you could think about was the way he felt against you. The urgency in which he kissed, the way he cradled your face in his hands, caressed your skin. He felt divine beneath your hands, his lips felt heavenly on yours.

How could anything about this be wrong?

You leaned against him, your forehead pressed against his as you panted trying to regain your composure. You stayed like that for a while in the dark alley before you took his hand again and walked towards your shared crypt.

From there, you took things slow. Much slower than either of you would like. You often fell asleep against him in the evenings and shared such deep confessions. Of your pasts, of your feelings for the other.

After a week of settling back into your home, you had an unwelcome houseguest. And she didn’t even bring a home-warming gift.

Buffy slammed the door to your crypt so hard that it almost came clean off its hinges. She came to tell you that your father had been turned into some demon by Ethan Rayne and she wanted to make sure that you knew that he was okay. That he was shaken but unharmed and would perhaps appreciate a visit from his family.

You mumbled something about going to visit sometime but realised this was the wrong decision. Buffy saw this as an opportunity to give you some (again, unwelcome) advice.

“Look, y/n, as a friend-”

“We were never really friends, Buffy”

The young girl looked surprisingly hurt, perhaps she had truly seen you as a friend and you had misjudged her. She had, of course, never been anything other than pleasant to you. You had just allowed your jealousies to fester beyond control. Plus she was self-righteous in a kind of annoying way.

“Well, friend or not I care about you because I care about Giles. Grow up, y/n, the rebel act was kinda last season. He misses you”

“He made it very clear that I’m not welcome, why would him letting Ethan make him all Fyarl-y make a difference?”

“You can’t be happy here, with him” she visibly shuddered as he walked up to join you from the lower level of the crypt. You appreciated that you got a glimpse of his athletic torso beneath his unbuttoned red shirt.

He slung an arm around you, squeezing your shoulder and whispering in your ear. You were too comfortable together and Buffy looked as if it made her physically sick. She threatened Spike vaguely, gave you another warning and then with a hair flip she stormed back out of the crypt and slammed the door shut behind her.

The thing that irritated you the most was that she genuinely thought she was ‘saving you from yourself’. That you had taken the wrong path. That the love, this amazing and beautiful feeling that you had never quite felt anything like before, was somehow wrong. Or gross. Or evil.

Which had fed into your thoughts the first time you had been close to Spike. You wouldn’t let it happen again. You hated the distance. The way his absence had physically pained you.

Spike guided you back down to the his bedroom, pressing soft kisses against your jaw, nipping at your neck and caressing his lips down your chest. He wanted you all to himself, he wouldn’t let you go again. Not now he knew how good life could be with you in it. By his side, in his bed.

By late afternoon you were lying on your side in his bed, watching him writing in a notebook. Papers littered the floor of the crypt. He hadn’t had such inspiration since he was human. You had brought him back to life. Revived him.

“Did you mean it, when you said you loved me?” You asked softly, your fingers trailing softly against his muscled arm.

“Never meant anything more,”

He had, of course, noted that you hadn’t said it to him. It stung a little but he would rather have you by his side even if you didn’t love him than not at all. He knew you cared for him, of course. Knew that you felt safe with him. Knew that he would kill any man, demon or slayer that came anywhere near you.

He put his writing down, shifting himself and burying his face into the crook of your neck. He would give anything to hear you say it.

“Say you’re mine, love, and I’ll be here until the end of time,” He pleaded between landing slow kisses against your exposed skin.

“I love you, Spike, I think… I think I’ve always been yours,” You whispered as if you were afraid he might overhear.

He smirked darkly, his fangs bared and his face morphed from beyond your line of vision. Your eyes were closed, enjoying his touch. He suddenly wrenched your head to the side, exposing your neck further.  

He could feel your pulse thrumming faster now.

He swallowed thickly,  before propelling himself towards your neck, ignoring the firing from his chip as he held you in place…

[broccoli-bitching]

[starchants]

FORTNIGHT

buffy summers x female!reader

WRITING WARNINGS: we’re in for an angsty one tbh! buffy has been officially dead and in heaven for two weeks currently in this fic! mentions of mental health problems, mentions of drinking alcohol to the point of toeing the line between a normal individual and borderline alcoholic, also this is a pre-established relationship!!

XOXO, CHESHIRE — this fic begins my anthology series and i’m so excited to write all of these fics for y’all! it’s not gonna be dropped all in one day but overtime so please don’t rush me on this series but please do enjoy it!

a fortnight had changed the fate of everything. a simple two weeks had destroyed y/n y/l/n. she was supposed to be dragged away by the police, upon a legal order that her own mother had called in — out of worry for her own daughter, but no one ever cared to even show up to drag her kicking and screaming to the nearby psych ward in the sunnydale hospital.

her mother only noticed how even more quiet her daughter had become and how she became a hollow version of herself but never tended to notice how much alcohol that she was consuming in unhealthy amounts.

in fact nobody had. not even her dear friends or even frenemies had noticed it despite how much time she had spent with them. living more similarly to a phantom then an individual.

everyone simply assumed why y/n had become more quiet than ever was due to her grieving as everyone else happened to be. they didn’t notice that she would wait til she was alone in her family home during the night and scream as loud as she can, slurring her words and nearly tripping over her own feet, as she would go on and on about how the love of her life had performed her own quiet treason. how buffy summers refused to listen to her girlfriend’s own pleas to not sacrifice herself, once again, especially with the knowledge that she would never make it back alive.

buffy went behind her back and she blamed her. but, oh, how she loved her unabashedly and terribly all the same.

it was ruining her life transforming her into a terrible shell of the woman that she used to be. the treason made her damage everything that made her who she was and made her lose herself to the point of her dreams, whenever she would blackout from the alcohol, were filled with all of what she wished to tell buffy anne summers.

“you finally got me to be yours after years of me pining after you! years of you going to other men, having other lovers, while knowing for a fact that i’ve been in love with you since i met you! it only took that damned weekend trip to florida as you didn’t wanna be alone and you kissed me near the mailbox! you looked so damn cute wrapped up in my favorite sweater and yet i only held you and had you as mine for two weeks! two damned weeks buffy! then you go and ruin it all for what?! saving your sister when we could’ve gone down a different path if you just listened to me for once and didn’t go on to sacrifice yourself like you always do for others that don’t even care for you doing this repetitively!”

just another drink. just another sip. just another blackout sleep. that’s all y/n told herself as she stumbled upon the staircase upon her journey to her bedroom. then she’d stop and let buffy go.

she’d stop loving buffy for the first time in years and just let the pretty blonde slayer go with her very last blackout sleep. one more night to see her in her dreams where she could let all her feelings out. just one more step and she’d be in her room. just one more step and she could let go of everything in the comfort of her bedroom. just one more step.

just one more step and her sorrowful heart could stop beating it’s depressing drum. just one more step and the wooden door creaked open to reveal the pretty deceased blonde sitting upon her bed with soaking wet hair from her shower and grave dirt still underneath her fingernails solely dressed in y/n’s favorite sweater.

just one more step and she could feel her heart starting to sway away from it’s depressing drum. just one more step and she could reach out to touch her again.

[fictiongods]

FAITH CALLING ANGEL PRINCESS IN THAT ONE SCENE. I REPEAT FAITH LEHANE CALLING ANGEL PRINCESS IN THAT ONE SCENEEEE.

[forcebookish]

a montage of everyone BUT ANGEL??? being sad? am i supposed to feel bad for willow and xander???????