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The Defense Rests - Spike
Summary: The Scooby-gang holds an emergency meeting when they find out you're dating Spike.
Pairing: fem!reader x Spike
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Youâre at Gilesâ home, currently being yelled at by Xander, who apparently saw you kissing Spike last night. Instead of just talking to you about it, in private, he called an emergency meeting. Hence the yelling while everyone else just stares at you.
âSpike is a psychotic killer and youâre handing yourself to him on a silver platter. Have you forgotten how he came into our lives? What he was going to do to Buffy for his precious Dru? Who is also nuts in the head, I might add,â Xander practically yells in your face.
âI did not forget, but Iâve used my eyes these past few months. Spike has helped us out more times than one, even when he didnât need too. Also he hasnât attacked anyone in monthsâŚâ you trail off at the end knowing the only reason he hasnât attacked anyone is because of the chip the Initiative has planted in his head.
Xander scoffs, ready for round two, but Buffy jumps in.
âXander, you have to admit heâs helped us out⌠a lot in the past few months. Figuring out who the initiative is, what they do, even fighting demons or helping out with the latest threat. Iâm not pro-Spike and I still donât trust him, but if he makes y/n happy then thatâs enough for me. Also Iâm the last one to condemn anyone for dating a vampire,â Buffy finishes with a wink towards you.
âThank you, Buffy,â you whisper.
âSo weâre going to ignore the fact he would kill us all if he didnât have that chip in his head,â Xander asks.
âXander, last week you admitted that Spike has grown on you. What about all the times you spoke about âeverything weâve been through together��� just to try and convince Spike to help out? Donât you think youâre being hypocritical,â you ask softly.
Xander scoffs but doesnât make another move to convince you Spike is the devil incarnate.
âAnd on that note Iâm out of here. Iâve got a bed thatâs calling my name,â you say before getting up.
âDonât you mean a certain someone whoâs waiting for you in your bed,â Willow quips, wiggling her eyes.
Everyone groans.
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When you walk through your front door, you find Spike on your couch watching a movie.
âHome already or you haven't left yet,â you ask the blond man.
âHome for the night,â he replies while smiling at you cheekily.
That smile never fails to make you weak in the knees. You let yourself fall onto the couch next to Spike while letting out the biggest sigh of your life.
âThe scooby doo-meeting was that bad, huh,â he asks. âThe end of the world again,â he chuckles.
You look at Spike and see the concern shining in his eyes. He puts his arm around you and pulls you close into his side. You let your head fall on his shoulder and nuzzle close.
âThe end of the world for Xander,â you scoff.
âWhat do you mean,â Spike asks.
âYou were right that someone was watching us last night. After seeing us together Xander followed us and saw us kiss. Hence the emergency meeting,â you explain.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â Spike exclaims while jumping up.
Immediately your hand circles around his wrist. You give a little pull to make him sit down again. He sighs and sits down next to you once more.
âWho does he think he is? Heâs dating a vengeance demon for godâs sake,â Spike spits out.
You rub his shoulder trying to calm him down.
âThere was a discussion. I defended you. Buffy jumped in. Everyone is more or less okay with it. Iâm kind of done talking about this, Spike. Xanderâs opinionated. Iâve seen the way he was with Buffy and Angel.â
You shake your head at the end. The uncomfortable memory resurfacing. He was so mean to Buffy. Itâs hard dealing with the supernatural world as a human. You realise how fragile your life really is. It causes Xander to act out like this, and itâs not an excuse, but it gives him some leeway when he explodes.
âI still hate that you had to sit through that meeting all by yourself. I shouldâve been there. Iâm part of this relationship,â he says fiercely.
You take his hand and squeeze.
âYou were. There was this little annoying voice that sounded a lot like you edging me on while I was defending youâŚand calling Xander names I wonât repeat,â you chuckle.
A twinkle lights in Spikeâs eyes. He presses his lips firmly on yours. A moan slips past your lips by the sheer force of it all. Slowly you pull away.
âI like you. You like me. And everyone else can suck it,â Spike says before kissing you once more.
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Evol (or, a backwards love story)
Pairing: Spike x reader
Request: Hey I love your spike x reader fics I was wondering if you could do one were like they both have a crush on eachother and he invites her over to his crypt but it's super fluffy and he makes it all romantic with candles and shit
Reader isn't a big fan of pink but doesn't like hate it or anything (just a heads up in case you love pink (like me) and it takes you out of the story).
Requested by: anon
A/N: Be kind please this is the first fic I've done in ages! Hope this is okay, love đ
You had been in deep thought, your mind travelling ahead of you as your limbs tried to follow. But your wandering mind had led you down an unknown path. You had taken a strange turn somewhere and found yourself in unchartered territory.
You were at a crossroads, in almost pitch darkness. The streetlights had disappeared a couple of streets ago and you werenât entirely sure where you were. You were fumbling through the dark now, trying to find something to hold onto, to anchor you.
You found yourself connecting with something, a figure in the shadows. You groaned, the last thing you needed tonight was to get eaten, your top was brand new. You recoiled slightly but a pair of steady hands righted you. He, of course, could see in the dark.
âWhatâre you doing round these parts, pet?â His voice came from the darkness, retracting his hands, a flame from his lighter ignited so that you could see.
âGot kinda turned around⌠Iâm lostâ
âCanât have that, can we, love? If youâre not careful somethinâ nasty might eat you upâ His eyes glinted with amusement, his lips curled slightly in that irresistible way he did. Even when he was being âevilâ he was attractive to you. You were doomed to fall for him.
âWhat did we talk about Spike?â
âToo much?â
âOnly a littleâ you smiled despite yourself, now unable to look up from your feet. You were afraid that you would reveal too much, he could read you like a book. He always had, ever since you met a year ago.
It was tongues and teeth. Blood and sweat. You were backed against the wall, the vibrations from the music pulsing through you. You grasped the black t-shirt that clung to him so perfectly, the vampire you had only heard about.
You knew he and Buffy had faced each other on numerous occasions, you just happened to miss him each time. You had met them in college and had only known of the stories about William the Bloody at this point. But you always liked to judge people for yourself, anyway. And, well, you hadnât realised how beautiful he was, you had been taken by him as soon as he stomped up to the bar and sulkily ordered a beer.
You heard voices through the crowd, through the headiness of that moment. Voices you recognised. You pulled away, your face a picture; as if you had seen a ghost. You werenât supposed to be here,
âGo homeâ He had hissed, covering you as you slid away. Taking Buffyâs attention.
You should have known then he had a soft spot. Or, well, the potential for one. Usually he would have relished the awkwardness of Buffy walking in to find you kissing a vampire. Drinking with demons and beating them at kitten poker. But if he had the chance to do that again he wasnât going to ruin it by getting the ultimate mood slayer involved, now was he.
But you hadnât ever had any real time alone since. Sure, sometimes it felt like you were both the only people in the room but there was barely a chance to even allude to what you had done let alone reignite the moment again. Though he of course tried at every moment he got.
âGot have plans, love? My cryptâs only down the wayâ he spoke softly, almost tentatively if you didnât know better.
âIâm late. Iâm supposed to meet some⌠friendsâ You hesitated and you knew he caught it before you looked back into his eyes. Eyes you were slowly being lost in.
âNot those bloody losers again. Youâre better than themâ
âThose losers are actually my friendsâ
âFriends that you hide yourself fromâ He shrugged, not entirely able to drop it. He couldnât hide his distaste for Buffy and the others.
Despite it all he gestured with his head, offering to take you to your friends. Even though you knew Sunnydale quite well after moving into your dorm a year ago and running around the town many times after (or often away from) demons, you still got lost a lot. It was a kind of running joke amongst the other scoobies.
He lit a cigarette as you rounded the corner, only pausing to offer you one which you declined with a soft smile. A smile that made him want to drop to his knees and declare his undying love for you. It pained him, how soft he was for you.
He shoved the other hand in the pocket of his duster, jaw tensing as he saw your friends speaking rapidly, apparently concerned about something. Willow noticed you first.
âWe thought youâd been all ookified, we were worried!â She flung herself around you with a big smile of relief.
âYou got lost, huh?â Buffy said with a smile, which quickly dropped when she noticed the company you were in.
âYeah, Spike helped me get my bearings. Thanks, againâ You grinned, despite Xander and Buffyâs distaste. Anya patted your head a little patronisingly at your habit of getting yourself lost.
âAnytime, petâ
âYeah, right, evil dead is only good for being evil⌠and deadâ
âNot that Iâm not enjoying the boyâs wit, but Iâll be off nowâ He addressed only you, hoping to keep the barbs at his expense from the group to a minimum. Someone muttered something distasteful about Spike, which was of course in his earshot, but he didnât turn back around.
âHeâs, like, the lowest of the low.â someone agreed, shaking her head at the figure walking away.
You werenât sure why that moment was the moment. Why you spoke something that had been so safely unspoken.
âSpike! Spike, wait-â
âY/n, whatâre you doing?!â your friends called after you, still in earshot as Spike ditched his cigarette and swung around to face you.
âLove, you go and do the friendship thing with the meddlinâ kids, okay? Iâd rather stake myself than spend an evening with themâ
âI know, I was wondering if the offerâs still on that is, well, Iâm free tomorrow nightâ
He put both hands in his duster, rocking on the balls of his feet and looking down. It was as if he thought you were being cruel to him. Taking him up on his offer just to hurt him by rejecting him in the next breath with all your friends watching. He had to know you better than that, surely.
You reached for his arm, willing him to feel what you felt. Know what you knew. That you and him were meant for each other, that this chance that you were trying to take meant a lot. For someone you had kissed so passionately before it was strange how nervous you were suddenly at even grazing his skin.
âAfter sunset, tomorrow at your crypt?â You asked softly, though the vulnerability in your voice bled through. He saw it, he saw that your intentions were pure. There were some gasps and some vague unimpressed whispering from your friends behind you but you couldnât bring yourself to take notice.
Instead you waited with bated breath for his answer. You knew he had offered earlier but there was always the chance he was doing it to tease you. That he had no interest in you. That he was playing with you, looking for something quick and easy. You could do that, of course you could, if it meant being close with him. But it may just break your heart beyond recognition.
This purgatory, which only lasted a second, felt like it lasted hours. Your grip on him tightened, as if you were afraid he would slip away from you.
He nodded, to anyone else it probably looked as if he wasnât bothered. What he didnât know was that you could read him in the way he did for you. You saw the slight upturn of his mouth before it disappeared, you noticed the way his eyes searched you with wonder for a fraction of a moment. You knew then, for sure, he felt for you as deeply as you had started to fall for him. Everything you had learned about him you held close, collecting it as the most valuable treasures.
You arrived the next night a minute after the sun set and promptly knocked on the door of Spikeâs crypt. You could hear some scuffling about from behind the door and a lot of a British accent muttering âbloody bollocksâ every so often which made you smile softly.
You waited patiently until he swung the door open, allowing you to walk in. You gasped, he had transformed the main level of his crypt for the evening. There were candles everywhere, on every single available surface and surrounding the sofa where there was a couple of blankets piled up and a stack of VHS tapes.
There were wilted roses that had shed their petals all over the floor beside the TV set and you tried to ignore the high probability that these came from a few of the graves surrounding the crypt. Stuck haphazardly to the walls were pink and red hearts made from crepe paper and various strips hanging about.
I mean, it was a huge fire risk but you tried to ignore this fact as you appreciated his scattered decorations. You assumed that Spike was ensuring you were aware that he thought of this as a date.
âHow was your night with Americaâs most haunted?â Spike asked, you could tell he was genuinely interested if you had a nice evening after he left you at the Bronze.
You told him everything in complete detail, you were a keen storyteller and he adored this about you. You spoke in such detail that he could picture himself there beside you as the night played out.
âDrink, pet?â
âPleaseâ
You looked around as he started rummaging around with bottles and glasses. You read the words on some of the hearts, your brow furrowing slightly.
âEVOL? I think itâs spelt-â
âNo, love, it was meant to be- theyâre from the craft store. They, well, I didnât want it to scare you off now did I?â He turned the heart around, the word was actually âloveâ. He hadnât wanted you to think he was coming on too strong so he had hidden the word. Though the rose petals and the various pink and red crafts might well have done that if you hadnât realised how deeply you felt for him.
You laughed, you couldnât help it. You hadnât been sure if he was making sure that all this romantic stuff didnât take away from him being bad. Telling you he was âevilâ.
He passed you a glass, different from usual where he would just drink straight from the bottle. You were surprised to note that it was your favourite drink. It was incredibly endearing that he had learned this about you, or perhaps it was his favourite and you just had that in common.
The glow of the candlelight accentuated his features, casting shadows from his cheekbones. You felt yourself leaning into him as he spoke animatedly, it was entirely involuntary. When you thought about it, you had done everything in reverse. You were tentatively courting after sharing a much more passionate moment the night you properly met. You much preferred it this way though, in some ways it cemented now just how much Spike had grown to care for you through the stolen moments you had together through the year.
Quick glances and lingering touches. The way he had thrown himself in front of a demon to ensure you would be safe. The way he always offered to walk you home, even if he was shot down every time by the slayer. He always made jokes in the hope that you would laugh.
The evening was lovely, you shared drinks and watched films together, while Spike made biting commentary on each scene. You were wrapped in a blanket while he stayed room temperature. He sat a little more rigidly than usual, seemingly unable to relax. He wanted the night to be perfect. He was concerned he might say something wrong, something a little too murderous and off-putting.
You hadnât really been paying attention to the film. He had done everything to try and prove he was a man worthy of your love. You could sense he was holding back but you loved him for who he was, the flaws wrapped into the thread of his personality were just as important to you.
âI really like you, Spike. You donât need to impress me, you know that right? Iâm already yours, if youâd let me beâ You spoke barely above a whisper. He turned to you, searching your face before a smile grew slowly on his lips. It was a smile you had only ever seen him give to you.
âYouâre tellinâ me I can take all this sodding pink bollocks off my walls now then?â
âI mean, itâs a real improvement from the cobwebs but itâs not really my colour,â You grinned, pressing your lips to his quickly before pulling away.
You leaned against him as the night progressed, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. He shifted as you moved down the sofa so that you could comfortably rest against him. He inhaled, savouring your scent. It felt like home. He closed his eyes, focusing on your heartbeat thrum steadily. You were truly here, by his side.
Your body was made to fit beside his, you knew this as if it was fact. You couldnât imagine a future where you wouldnât hold each other. Or share moments such as this. The warmth from the candles and the care and attention that Spike continued to show you told you that his feelings at their core were clearly no act, his execution had been slightly exaggerated only because he hadnât really dated in the usual way for a good few decades.
He slid his arm along the headrest behind you and you settled into watch the next movie. After a moment you realised his eyes were still trained on you, he couldnât keep his eyes off you. When you looked at him, giving him a quizzical look, he just gestured back at the screen with his head a soft smile on his face.
If this was the first proper date, you were looking forward to the rest. In fact, as his arm snaked around you and pulled you close, you were not sure you would ever be ready to leave.
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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.Â
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.Â
"I'd rather not grind out demon bones." Buffy responded.Â
"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.Â
"Hello, peeps. What it do?" Y/n walks into the store.Â
The scoobies greet y/n as she walks up to Willow.Â
"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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
"Don't close that door!" He yells
It was too late; you had shut the door. Spike looks frustrated. He sighs in exasperation.Â
"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.Â
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.Â
"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.Â
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.Â
He takes you by the hand and leads you to the couch he found in the dumpster.Â
"Let's make the most of it." He grins.Â
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.Â
"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.Â
"We can share. I trust you" you say cheeks burning red.Â
Spike is chipper but downplays it. He assents and lets you lay down.Â
"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.Â
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.Â
"Y/n"
You canât speak.
"Y/n!"Â
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.Â
"Are you okay?" Spike asks
"Y- yes... why?"Â
"You were mumblin' in your sleep. At some point you were yellin'. "
You blush ferociously. "Did I say anything?"
"Nah, love. I couldnât make it out.Â
You sigh in relief. He looks at you confused.Â
"It was probably a bad dream" you mumble. You turn around and pretend to go back to sleep to avoid further questions.Â
It's 4pm and you and Spike are wide awake and bored. You try to open the door to no luck.Â
"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.Â
"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.Â
"Iâm 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.
"Iâm bored again." It was 8pm.Â
"Let me ask you questions then." Spike grinned.Â
You nodded, nervously.Â
"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.Â
You chuckled, nervous. "What? No question on who I lost my virginity to?" You tried to change the subject.
"It ain' Xander, is it?"
"Iâm tired. More questions tomorrow, okay?"
Before he could respond you book it to Spikeâs room. You lay down and close your eyes real tight in the hopes that Spike didn't trail after you.Â
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.Â
"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."Â
Spike is confused but takes your explanation as true.Â
"What time is it?" You try to change the subject.Â
"5pm."
You jump out of bed. "We gotta get out of here." You say for your sanity.Â
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.Â
Back at the crypt only arguing can be heard.Â
"You're acting weird." Spike accused.
"Iâm just tired of being here!"
"So, you're tired o' me?"
"I didn't say that." You turn to him, exhausted and embarrassed.Â
Pounding comes from the outside of the crypt. Buffy kicks down the door and goes straight for Spike. You're left standing there.Â
"Where's the next big bad?" Buffy questioned Spike.Â
"I already told you; I don't know." Spike looks helpless.
"You're lying. Why is the spell not working" Buffy shakes Spike.Â
"What spell?" Spike asks.
"A truth spell for you." You chime in without your consent.Â
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.Â
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.Â
You just stand there until you remember your fight with Spike. You had to get out of there.Â
"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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
Spike's face hurts from smiling so wide.Â
"Now tell me, why would you have these dreams about us?"
You try to bite your tongue but it's too late, "Cause Iâm 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.Â
"Ler me show you what I can really do." He whispers against your lips.Â
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.Â
Impatient, you start tugging at his clothes trying to get them off.Â
"Easy. All in its due time." He says.Â
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.Â
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 whatâs coming next. He alternated between breasts, sending little jolts of pleasure through your body.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
As you passionately make out, Spike makes quick work of his clothes. He's ready to claim you. You're giddy and pliant.Â
"Are you gonna be a good girl for me?" He asks.
You nod, unable to form a single word.Â
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.Â
"It'll be alright. If it's too much just tap me on the arm and I'll stop."
You nod again, determined.Â
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.Â
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.Â
"Look at you, taking me so well." Spike praises you.Â
You give a lustful smile, too lost to register his words.Â
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.Â
He feels your legs shaking. He can tell you're close.Â
"Are you gonna come for me, love? I want to hear you say my name. Remember whoâs taking you.â
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.Â
Your body ceases and you gasp as your orgasm crashes over you, like a tidal wave. Your veins are full of electricity. Youâre 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
"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 youâll be tired and sore. Something that youâre looking forward to.
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Spike x reader - before I laid eyes on you
Sitting under the street lamp, you smiled to yourself as you pulled the pen away from the notebook you were drawing in.
You had been at it for a couple of hours, your wrist hurt a little bit, but since you hadnât had a break that was to be expected.
What wasnât to be expected was the sense you had from behind you that there was somebody creeping up on you.
âHello.â
You heard whoever it was stop.
âHow did you know I was there?â
âI know many things, just like I know who you are Spike, I know youâre here to kill me.â
Spike walked around the bench, and he sat down in next to you, leaning back as he lit a cigarette, resting an arm on the back of the bench.
You didnât look at him, you simply just went back drawing in your notebook.
âYouâre not even going to run away? You know that does take all the fun out of killing you pet.â
âI know I would never stand a chance trying to run from you.â
He hummed, nodding his head as he smirked a little bit.
âIs that so?â
He glanced down at the notebook, leaning over to look at what you were doing and you covered it.
Reaching up you placed a finger on his forehead and pushed him back.
âOi, donât touch the merchandise.â
âItâs not ready yet, if you want to look you have to wait.â
He huffed a little, and you smiled, going back to your drawing.
âIs this a trap? Am I being set up?â
You shook your head.
âNo, they donât even know Iâm out. Itâs the only time I can find time. Plus, if it were a trap Iâd be an easy hostage so I donât see any situation in how you canât win.â
He smirked a little again, nodding his head in agreement.
You glanced up at the building in front of you, studying the design, the structure, the colours.
Looking back at your notebook you carried on, hands moving on their own, as if you had drawn this exact building a million times, burned in your brain.
Spike watched you intrigued.
You made no effort to run away from him, no effort to scream or fight or try save your life in any kind of way.
It made him curious, and it took all the fun out of him wanting to kill you because for him it was all a game, the thrill of the chase, an instinct all hunters had, but you didnât seem to have the instinct to flee.
You put your put your pen into your bag, and you slowly tore the page from book, and you set it on the bench.
âSo, you made me pause my killing so you were able to finish a drawing?â He scoffed.
He picked it up, and he studied it.
It looked so real, as if you had picked up the building from the street and crammed it into the tiny page of a book.
âIntriguing, I wonder if youâll want to draw what it will look like when I snap your neck.â
He looked up and you were gone.
âWhat the hell?â
Spike stood up, trying to find any sign that you were somewhere still around, or that you had even been there but there was none aside from the paper in his hands.
Spike flicked his cigarette across the e street and he began to walk up to the building.
You really hadnât missed a spot of detail when you were drawing it, everything was there, from small cracks in some of the windows to the emblem at the front of the building.
That wasnât the first time Spike met you, but it was the first time he was intrigued by you, and not in a way that made him want to kill you.
He noticed that when the he was fighting with Buffy or the others you werenât there.
They made sure to keep you as far away as possible, but then as the nights came he would find you accidentally around the town.
He would just be on the hunt and he would stumble across you just sitting there, in your own little world as you drew something new and his attention would be focused on you.
And tonight was no different, he found you sitting at a table outside some late open cafe, a cup of coffee in front of you, your notebook on the table as you looked around.
Spike slipped into the seat in front of you.
âHello love.â
âShould I be concerned for the amount of times you come to visit me?â You asked.
âWell, you should know better than wonder alone at night, especially in a town like this. Never know when a big bad will jump at you.â
You gave a small shrug, pulling your scarf a little tighter around you.
Spike watched intensely, and he leant back in his chair.
âWell, you seem to appear most nights, yet you still havenât killed me.â
âI will one day, after all, itâs no fun if I kill you right away.â
You let out a soft laugh, picking up your cup so you could take a drink, then your turned your attention back to your drawing so you could finish it.
âCan I ask you something?â You asked.
âDepends on the question.â
Spike took your cup so he could drink some coffee and he set it back down, picking up the menu to browse the boring food.
âWhy wonât you kill me?â
Spike looked up at you, slowly setting the menu back down.
âDo you want me to kill you?â
He didnât say it with excitement, you could hear the curiosity in his tone, along with confusion.
âIf I ask you to would you?â
âMaybe, might sire you, that could be fun.â
You shook your head at him.
âNo sire, just pure death. As in nothing after, I wonât wake up again.â
âNow talk like this concerns a bloke love.â
You sighed, shaking your head.
Ripping the page from the book you handed it over to him and stood up, finishing your coffee before you began to make your leave.
Spike quickly got up, catching up to you in a few long strides and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
âAh, ah, youâre not running off that easily. You canât just say something like that and not expect follow up questions.â
âPlease Spike, I really donât want to talk about it.â
âFine.â
You carried on walking and Spike followed you, not saying a single word he simply just looked at you every so often.
Truth be told he would have killed you the first chance he got, now he didnât want to, even if he could that thought never crossed his mind, but you didnât need to know that, or about the chip.
You just had to think he was the same big bad.
âIâm not quite sure that was an invitation for you to follow me.â You said.
âI donât need an invitation.â
You hummed a little bit, clasping your hands behind you as you turned around to look at him.
You smiled softly, walking backwards and he rose a brow at you.
âYou can only go so far.â
âI can be rather convincing if I do say so myself, Iâm sure I can convince your parents to invite me in.â
âYou could try, that might be a bit hard if you live alone.â
Walking up to your house, you opened the door and stepped inside, grinning at Spike as he stood outside.
He wore an unamused look on his face, watching as you sat down on the stairs.
âNow that just isnât fair love, donât I get an invite?â
âHm, I donât think so. Youâre nice company outside but at least u know I can just leave you at the door.â
He placed a hand on his chest, leaning on the doorframe.
âOuch, now that hurts love.â
You smiled softly, and Spike looked around the hallway, all framed paintings and pictures that looked exactly like the ones you did.
You got up, turning the light on so he could see better, and it worked.
He could see better, a lot better
Now you were out of the dim streetlights, into some bright light that actually illuminated things Spike could see you better.
He could see you clearly.
âYouâre blind..â he said quietly.
You smiled weakly, nodding your head as you walked back over to the steps to sit down.
âNot fully, mostly. I can still see a bit, my eyes are sensitive to the light, but I found a few spells that can help me navigate around.â
âA witch?â
âYeah.â
Spike looked at you, it wasnât obvious to anybody that you were blind, but he could see the blank look in your eyes, you looked at him but you didnât.
He wouldâve thought maybe you were just awkward at eye contact, but he could see it, the faint gloss that covered the outside of your iris, slowly creeping.
There was something else.
A sickly paleness to your skin.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â He asked.
You sighed, resting your head on the wall behind you, and you looked over at the open door.
Spike was sat in your doorway, in his hands the new picture you had made of a deer, and it was so lifelike just like all the others.
âCancer, in the brain, the uh.. the blindness might be a side effect of the tumour but they canât be sure.â
âWhat do you think?â
âMaybe itâs making it worse yes, but Iâve always had problems with my eyes, ever since I was a child. Either way Iâll go blind.â
Spike nodded his head, looking up from the drawing.
You still held a small smile on your face.
âDo they know?â He asked.
Your smile a little.
âNo. Spike you canât tell them, they donât need to know. Not with everything going on with you know.. well.. you⌠demons..â
âRight, right. It would put a damper on everything considering they think Iâm just missing.â
You nodded.
A small silence fell over the pair of you.
âHow long?â
You said nothing.
âHow long do you have?â
You let out a heavy sigh.
âI donât know, Iâve been offered surgery to try remove the tumours.â
âHave you accepted?â
âNo.â
Spike stood up, slamming his hand on the doorway.
âWell why the bloody hell not?!â
âEither it works, and I still go blind, I die on that operating table, or I die of cancer. All three sound like rather poor choices.â
âBut thereâs a chance you could survive, you said it yourself you found a way to make it more bearable with the blindness.â
You walked over, sitting against the door and he sat back against the frame on the otherside looking at you.
âIt will most likely come back.â
âThen.. then they cut it out again, they keep doing that.â
âSpike, they can only do it so many times before they stop.â
He furrowed his brows, eyes staring into yours.
âYouâll still dieâŚâ
âYeah.â
He put the drawing in to his pocket, and he rested his head against the wood.
âThatâs why you asked if I would kill you. Because you donât want to die to the tumour, at least if I did it you would have control in your death.â
You nodded your head, and a soft smile gracing your face once more.
You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of the cool breeze coming through the door.
âVery well.â
You opened your eyes.
âI will do it under one condition.â
You titled your head a little.
âWhatâs that?â
âYou agree to the procedure, if it fails then you hang on for as long as possible, then when the time is right you ask and I will give you a quick and painless death.â
âNo resurrection?â
âNone, just death.â
You agreed to his terms, and the following day you went back to the hospital to speak to your doctor about the procedure.
Spike was there, lurking in the hallways away from the sunlight, and when the door to your room was opened he stepped aside and waited.
You closed the blinds and he walked in, closing the door behind him.
âWell?â
âThey ran some tests, they need to take it out now, and Iâll be hospital bound for a while.â
âRight, you should call your friends. In the event that you die of course.â
You laughed weakly.
âThe doctor is doing it, I guess that means I wonât be seeing you around huh?â
Spike sat on the edge of your bed.
âIâll be around.â
You smiled, and reached up, gently touching the side of his face and he said nothing about it.
You could tell his was smiling though, from the little crinkles at the corner of his eye.
âThank you.â
Spike got up, leaning forward he pressed his lips to your forehead and took a step back.
âGood luck love..â
With that he was gone.
He hasnât told you about the chip in his head, that even if he wanted too he wasnât able to hurt you, but he definitely didnât want to hurt you.
He couldnât hurt you, it would hurt him, but if it came down to it and it was what you wanted then no amount of pain in his skull would stop him from granting you that wish
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Disaster
Pairing - Chase Davenport x Reader
Summary - Reader meets Spike for the first time
Warnings - kissing, swearing
Word Count - 697
Masterlist
âY/N!â She heard Leo scream out of her phone, as soon as she answered it.Â
âHello to you too, Leo.â She replied back.Â
âCan you come to our house? The lab to be exact.â She could hear banging in the background.Â
She narrowed her eyebrows, âwhy?â
âWell, Adam made Chase angry and Spike decided to make an appearance.â
The girl let out a sigh, of course. âWhereâs Davenport?â
âOut of town.â She could hear Adam scream in the distance.
âTasha too?â
âYep. Are you coming?â
âYes, Iâm headed there now.â
âGood. Hurryy-â He hung up after screaming.Â
The girl walked the street to the Davenports, only 10 minutes away. Arriving, everything looked normal from the outside.Â
She walked into the house, seeing Bree on her phone on the couch, Adam in the hallway, looking out of breath, and Leo running into the living room.
âThank God! He's in the basement.â
Y/N crossed her arms, âwhatâs in this for me?âÂ
âUh- Chase will do your homework.â
âWe already do our homework together.â
âOh.â Leo looked defeated, âIâll cover for Chase next time yâall want to stay out past curfew.â
âHm.. ok.â She shrugged, heading towards the elevator.Â
Going down towards the basement, she couldnât help but feel a bit nervous. Sheâs heard of Spike, but never actually met him. She trusts Chase though, and according to Leo she could do it.Â
The elevators open and sheâs greeted with silence. Walking through the doors, she hears a loud bang, causing her to jump.Â
She could see lab equipment all over the floor, some in pieces, others still salvageable. Spike was standing in front of the tubes, looking mad.Â
âHey there, pretty lady,â he smirked, âwhatâs your name?â
Y/N crossed her arms, âY/N.âÂ
âPretty name for a pretty girl. Iâm Spike, but you can call me whatever you want.
She huffed. He was annoying, to say the least. âWell, Spike,â she jumped up onto a counter, swinging her legs. âWhat do you wanna do?â
âOther than you?â He continued to smirk, causing her to roll her eyes. âI want to destroy this place.â
âOk then.â She slowly pushed a lamp off the counter she was sitting on. Keeping eye contact with Spike the entire time.Â
His eyebrows rose, he slowly walked towards his left, towards Davenport's inventions. Copying what the girl did, he slowly pushed one off, causing it to break in half.Â
The girl hopped off the counter, keeping eye contact, she walked towards the middle of the lab, taking her arms and sweeping everything off the table.Â
Back in the living room, Adam, Bree, and Leo were watching everything on Eddie's screen.
Leo drug his hands down his face, âwhat is she doing? Sheâs supposed to stop him from destroying the lab, not help mess it up.â
Bree shrugged, âitâs working.âÂ
Looking back at the screen, they could see the smiles on both their faces. They were causing havoc, but were happy about it.Â
Now they stood face to face, about five inches apart. âIf they kiss, Iâll throw up.â Leo gagged, walking over towards the couch.Â
Y/N put her forehead on Spikes, looking him in the eyes. âYou happier now?â
He laughed, âyeah.â He pulled her in and kissed her lips. The girl slowly kissed back, putting her hands on the back of his neck.
Pulling back after a couple of seconds, she realized his hands were on her waist. âChase?âÂ
âItâs me.â She pulled him into her, hugging him tight.Â
He slowly pulled away, looking around at the damage. âDid I do this?â
âNot all of it.â She winced.Â
Chase let out a smile, pulling her into another kiss.Â
âIs it clear?â They hear Leo yell from the hallway.Â
They laugh as they let go of each other. âWeâre good.â She called back.Â
Leo, Bree, and Adam walk into the lab, looking around at the disaster. Adam and Leo walk towards Chase, while Bree walks towards Y/N.
Bree bumps shoulders with her, âsomeone had fun.â She teased.
Y/N gasped, âyou were watching?â Bree laughed and nodded.
Chase wrapped his arms around YN, ânow Iâve got to see this video.â
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Buffy the vampire slayer Masterlist
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I'm...
Please! I need to know what happens next! Is it gonna be weird between them? Are they gonna do it again?
AHHHHH!
Sugar and Spike
pairing(s): Spike x fem!reader
summary: after a night of patrol goes wrong, Spike starts noticing some changes in himself, mainly that Buffy's sweetest friend won't leave his mind and that she would never look at him the same if she knew what he wanted to do to her.
warnings: smut!!! a smidge of yandereness, kinda a sex or die fic, possessive spike, handjob, unprotected piv sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (fem receiving), praise kink, biting/marking (mentions of blood), a little bit of spanking, overstimulation, riding, fingering, veryyy little plot, and I think thats about it.
In hindsight, they should've kept a better eye on him. It was an odd night of patrolling, the usual gaggle of vampires being a demon or two this time around. Big tall thing that appeared out of nowhere and left as soon as it came. Spike, always with little regard for the consequences of his actions, ran right in. Ran so hard he went right through the demon as it went into smoke. He breathed it in before going into a coughing fit, as if he could feel it in his nose and lungs, spreading in his chest like a vine that pulled everything impossible tight before releasing him like he was never in its grasp . Red flag one.
It fell on him like rain, some clumping into what looked like pink sparkles in his hair, on his jacket, his worn boots. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling away expecting to see it gunked together, but there was nothing there. It felt like his hair had been hit by my mist, slightly damp and cool. It seeped into his exposed skin, adhering itself into a pink sheen which also disappeared after only a few minutes. He remembered trying to brush it off, expecting it to feel wet but it was just slick. It was admittedly infuriating, especially since the feeling wouldn't go away. Red flag two.
âBuffy!â He shouted, rubbing his hands on his jeans as if it was going to wipe away the phantom feeling, but his complaints were met with apathy.Â
âThereâs nothing there, Spike.â A groan bubbled in his chest.Â
âAstute observation, Slayer, but it feels like somethingâs there.â You were there beside him, something that wouldâve gone unnoticed had he not been hit with your scent as your fingers brushed against his hand. He pulled away quickly out of instinct, not as subtle as he wouldâve liked to because you noticed and scampered off in between Buffy and Giles. The distance between you and him got larger and the two of you talked about a mall trip you had planned and Willow was the only one to stick with him. She humored him, allowing him to shower at her place and taking a sample of skin only to find nothing. No residue, nothing abnormal, nothing had changed at all. Red flag three.
But he was sure it was fine. Nothing had really changed. You had been a bit cautious though.
You were prone to worrying, and he couldn't blame you. There was a lot to worry about when your best friends hunted demons and one of them was a literal creature of the night. You worried about Buffy so much he genuinely feared you would collapse from all the stress you put yourself under. Pursuing a nursing degree so they could avoid hospital visits unless absolutely necessary because none of you had the money. Having him train you in basic self-defense because you hated feeling like dead weight. You took up Latin and all of the other dead languages in those old dusty books just so you could be useful. You tied yourself in knots just to be sweet. God, you were so sweet. Even to your own detriment, like pure sugar that was going to rot his teeth eventually.
The more time you spent together, the more the rot seemed to take his brain than his teeth. His mouth never got anywhere near you; Buffy made sure of that. He wished he could say it was because she was babying you too much, that you were also tired of Buffy making Spike seem like the biggest mistake you could ever make. To be fair, he hardly knew you. He knew of you; he knew of the pink wardrobe and the fluffy socks and the pretty shoes. He knew of you as Buffy's cute neighbor who stopped by so often that you might as well live with them. You weren't being a baby, you were being cautious, even more now. He almost wished you didn't believe him as much as you did, maybe you'd keep visiting him. He hadn't seen you in days and it was really starting to take a toll on him. His leg bounced and he got in the bad habit of biting his nails, which was starting to get annoying with how often he had to repaint them.
If you were here, you would repaint them. You would sit your pretty self on his busted couch, and you'd have a little bag with you with all your pins and charms that jingled like the earrings that dangle from your ears. In your bag would be at least three shades of pink, a range of blacks and greys, and a wild card or two, maybe a blue or a green. You'd let him pick his color, despite knowing he always went for black. You asked anyway, just in case he decided to go with pink just to humor you. Had you walked through right now, he would've obliged. He would've done anything you asked him too. It wasn't even that he was lonely, but it was getting to suffocate in here. It was getting hot, like a fire was spreading. Each breath felt smoke filled, his skin was on fire, his skin was getting damp, like the dust had fallen again. His hand was shaky as he put a cigarette between his lips and lit it, surely the smell would break him out of what had to be a daze.
If you were here, you'd make a joke about him needing to air the place out. He'd probably open the door and call that enough air, but he liked his privacy, and he didn't like the idea of anyone just being able to waltz right in. You would want to make a joke about no one wanting to visit him, but youâd bite your tongue at the fear of being too harsh. You always got that look in your eye when you thought something that could be misconstrued as mean. You took your lip into your teeth and your pretty eyelashes flitted and you looked away. He thought about what it would be like to bite your lips, wanting to see what they looked like, all red and even prettier than they were before. Just a taste, that's all he wanted, a taste.
He got up to open up the door only for that phantom feeling to return. All over his body, it felt like he had stepped out into the sun, like every molecule that made up his body was vibrating and mere seconds from combusting. His breathing got ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly and his brain going into overdrive. He squeezed his eyes shut as if it would make it go away, but even from behind his eyelids, you were there. The idea of you, your smile, your laughter, fuck the very way you said his name. It sounded so nice coming from you.Â
The way you said it when he got injured in a fight when you would patch up his wounds and have a bag of blood for him to replace what he lost. âSpike.â you would say. Like he shouldâve known better than to just throw himself into danger. Not even bothering to consider the possibility that he did it to look heroic, or maybe in your care with your hands over his chest. Thereâs no reason for him to be this beaten and bruised from some baby vamp; William the Bloody. Spike? He had pride, but not as much as Angelus. It was easily quenched by the fact that he was in no way losing with your delicate hands tracing over faded scars on his chest and feeding him blood while they were just dust.Â
âSpike.â Buffy would say, her tone laced with less concern and more disapproval. She knew something was up. After all they had gone through together, vampires shouldâve been nothing for him. He had to space out his âfuck upsâ just to get her off his back, just to get her voice out of his head. She didnât say his name like you did.Â
There wasnât much better than how you said his name when it was just the two of you. Being together in his crypt, sometimes in your own bedroom which you had invited him into much to Buffyâs chagrin. âItâs Spike,â you had said, âhow many times have we saved the world with him? I think heâs earned it.â It sent shivers down his spine. He wouldâve saved the world so much sooner if it meant being able to be in your space. If it meant getting to hear you say his name through fits of laughter, trying to regain your breath while still finding enough to utter his name. âSpike.â you said, your hand over his while you giggled. He felt that heat now, felt the heat of all your touches culminating right now. All over his skin, tensing his muscles, holding his chest as he fought for breath himself.Â
While he had the chance, he shouldâve raided your underwear drawer. Now he was left to fist his dick with just the memory of you. You wouldnât notice a pair or two gone, surely you wouldnât. It was the type of small thing you would overlook because really what is a pair or two. You wouldnât want him to be in pain, hearing his situation now, youâd feel like it was all your fault. The least you could spare was a pair of your prettiest panties for him to wrap around his cock while he fisted himself to the thought of you and how you would say his name now.Â
The closest heâd gotten would be after a big battle. You had taken a beating, by the time you had gotten to a safe space you had lost a dangerous amount of blood, but the sounds that came out of your mouth were so delicious. And you trusted him to carry you to safety, your bloody hand wrapping itself around his bicep to maintain some tether to consciousness. âSpike.â your voice dripping with pain, but even that wasnât enough to mask how pretty you sounded. He felt bad then for how hard it got him, but there is such a thin line between  pain and pleasure. The only difference now would be circumstance, and he would never hurt you. This would be good for you, the both of you, you just had to let him. You just had to say his name.Â
âSpike?â In that moment, he knew there had to be some high power looking out for him when he heard your voice. Dream-like, and soft, like the wind could have blown it out and away from your lips. âSpike?!â you said again. He couldnât tell if it was his shred of restraint or his bodyâs unwillingness to listen to his brain that kept him glued to his couch.Â
âNow really isnât a good time, love.â He tried to keep his voice level, he really did, but it was too much. And you werenât stupid, he heard the heels of your shoes against the hard floor and smelt you before he even saw you. And fuck you smelt heavenly.Â
âAre you okay? What happened-â You looked like you had a halo above your head, or maybe he was much further gone than he had thought. You cut yourself off in shock. When you had walked in, you hadnât expected to catch Spike with his hands down his pants.Â
âYou know what, Iâm just gonna go a-and come back later.â You tried to smile in an attempt to make the situation less awkward than it needed to be, but he grabbed you by your wrist.Â
âWait-I just need-fuck. I just need you to stay for a bit. I donât feel good.â Your eyes met and you saw the sheen of what you assumed to be sweat covering his chest and face. His pupils blown out, his hair out of place, his labored breathing, like he couldnât catch his breath. Oddly enough, the sheen had a pink tinge, and despite the fact that his fangs were protruding, his vampire face hadnât appeared. You reached out to touch his forehead to surprisingly find a temperature. He groaned at the contact, both wanting to melt into your skin and like it physically pained him.Â
âWhat happened?â He declined the answer, instead pushing his head more into the palm of your hand, tipping his head to sniff the inside of your wrist. âWhat are you doing?â You tried to pull away and put some distance in between the two of you, but he pulled you back, even closer than before.Â
âYou smell so good.â He nosed his way past your wrist and up your arm till he made it to your collarbone, trying to find where he could hear your blood pump the loudest. âStop it!â you pushed against him as soon as you felt the tip of his fangs attempting to break skin. To both of your surprise, he let you. It looked like it pained him to do so, his eyes screwed shut and his hand gripping the arm of his couch until the wood snapped.Â
âIf this is about the demon thing, Iâm gonna go get Willow, okay? You just need to stay right here.â The authority you had laced in your voice was cute.Â
âJust stay here with me, yeah? Thereâs no need to get Willow. We donât need Willow.â His voice had dropped an octave, his pupils blown and his brain damn near empty. Anything went in one ear then out the other as he held your hands in his, staring through you as if daring you to defy him.Â
âSpike, you arenât well.â You had tried to reason, but all he heard was that you werenât saying no because you didnât want this. You were concerned for his well being, even when he had you pinned down and his teeth at your neck, each breath moving you closer to him drawing blood, you were saying no because you were concerned he didnât want this. You somehow thought he didnât want you.Â
âIâve never felt better, baby.â, he said-practically fucking growled. Hell if he wanted you, he needed you. He pressed himself into you, his hands grabbing at anything he could to ground himself, his left at the base of your scalp and his right bunching the fabric of your skirt in his hands. He breathed into your neck, nipping and nicking at bare skin then soothing it with his tongue and kisses. He worked himself up over you, taking and taking until he was drunk, his tongue lolled out as he put his head on your chest.âCan I fuck you.âÂ
You had been caught in a daze yourself, his words had barely registered. You had more sense than he did at this point, finding enough resolve to shake your head. âPlease.â he begged, groaning it out through clenched teeth. âI need you to make it feel better, please God just make it feel better.â He had pushed his hips into your hand, his weeping cock leaking onto you, pleading with you to touch it. âIâll make it good for you, I swear, just be my sweet girl, yeah? Just make it better.â
You experimentally rubbed the tip, and he whimpered. His hand grabbing your wrist so fast a look of shock flashed across his face. You took that as a sign to pull away but he put your hand back around him, pushing your hand up and down his base. âToo much too quick, love.âÂ
Any hesitancy you had was swallowed as he smashed his lips into yours. It was urgent and quick, almost bruising how hard he kissed and held you as if you were going to disappear at any point. He tugged at a handful of hair, catching you in a moan that he used to force tongue into your mouth, sucking it as you pumped his dick at a painfully slow pace.Â
His kisses made you breathless, and it was then you realized that he likely forgot in his haze that you actually needed air. He moaned into your lips, the sound spreading throughout your body and shaking you to your core. It wasnât lost on him how damp your underwear had gotten, had he had the strength to pull away to touch you he would, but the mere seconds his skin would be off yours was enough of a deterrent to keep him in place.Â
You tried to move away, but his hand kept you in place. âDonât move.â, he rushed it out, a tone that otherwise wouldâve been more commanding had he not been weak himself. âKeep going.â His hips bucked and stuttered, his movements becoming erratic the more faint your touches became. Like it was a warning; let me up for air and Iâll keep touching you. He whined at the thought of you pulling away. That wasnât fair.Â
His lips parted from yours, settling for the corner of your mouth before moving to your jawline to your neck, then just under your ear. You gasped for breath, you numb with the ecstasy of air and the feeling of his rushed kisses. He was getting close. Your hand was covered in his sticky pre-cum, his cock even more so as your hand moved alone over him, his own hand now grabbing at your shirt at the feeling. You squeezed at the bass, a motion he clearly enjoyed with how his body tensed up. A series of obscenities flowed from his pretty lips as he came, spurts of his cum getting over your pretty pink skirt, an image Spike would get himself off to later.Â
You didnât get long to sit in what just happened when he was on you again, laying you on your back and ripping your skirt clean off. You moaned something that sounded like âMy skirt!â, but neither one of you were really worried about it.Â
His lithe fingers were quick, rubbing you through the fabric of your panties, while he kissed up to where you wanted him excruciatingly slow. His hands rubbed and teased at the soft skin of your thighs, marking bruises everywhere he went.Â
He moaned into you, sniffing you once again, before finding a place he wanted to dig his fangs into. Maybe it was how delicately he stuck in his teeth, maybe it was the lust blown fervor, but it didnât hurt as much as you anticipated. In fact, you moaned at the intrusion, unable to know what to do with yourself as he sucked and lapped up the blood he had drawn. Your fingers wove into his hair, as if he could be pulled any closer to you than he already was. âYou taste so good. So good.â And he let you know as such. The obscene noises that flew from the both of you, the slurping and whines, the pop of his lips as he traveled from one spot to another. But thatâs not how he intended to eat you whole.
You were unbelievably wet, soaking through your panties and even Spikes fingers before he took pity on you and decided to pull them aside and plant his fingers into you. Now, you werenât a virgin, but you had never had sex that felt as good as this. Never had someone in you that had hundreds of years of practice beforehand.Â
âYouâre doing so good, Sweet Girl. So good, canât get enough of you.â What was an attempt to calm your nerves, had you keening and over the moon, the praise bringing tears to your eyes as you ground yourself in his hand. That didnât move him along any quicker, his tongue still collecting anything you would give him like he hadnât been fed in years.Â
âSpike!â You called out, which finally seemed to get his attention. He saw the glass-like look your eyes had taken and the pout on your face. You looked like you were about to cry. Poor thing, so desperate. He said heâd take care of you, make you feel good. No point in denying the inevitable.Â
You whined when he pulled out of you just to choke when he began to devour you. His nose at your clit and his tongue plunging into. âThank you.â he muttered into you, like this was some divine gift to him. âThank you. Thank you. Thank you.â The combination of his praise and how good he was giving it to you made that coil in your belly tighten and tighten until it threatened to snap. And he just kept going. Completely in his own world, the only thoughts in his mind being about you, how you smelled, how you tasted, god you were so good to him. Letting him eat you out like this, helping him like this. He shouldnât have expected any less from his girl. His sweet girl. No one else's, you couldnât be anyone else's after this. His grip tightened around your thighs at the very thought. âMine.â he said, the vibrations hitting your core deliciously. âMine.â
âYours Spike, all yours.â He hummed in approval, inserting two fingers back into you while he kept up his electric pace. He held your hand as it began to be too much, your back arching off the couch and your thighs closing around his head as he just kept going. You called his name as you came, high and higher until it became too heavy on your mouth and you couldnât say anything at all. The grip you had on his hand had loosened, but he hadnât let up. He still rambled into you, âAgain. Again. Again. Please.â
You didnât know if your hips were bucking into him or try to wiggle away from him. Either way, both attempts were unsuccessful. With how hard he pulled on your panties they had snapped and had been thrown to the side for the simple crime of being in his way. His forearm lay on your hip keeping you in place. Your hand still laid in his, him squeezing it as if it was any comfort from the inescapable feeling of his tongue licking your thoroughly soaked pussy.Â
Your toes curled in your frilly socks as you came again on his tongue, and you foolishly expected that to be enough. You wouldâve asked him to stop if you could pant out anything more than whines. You wouldâve pushed him away if you could manage anything more than weak taps on his forearm. âNo more.â you whispered out. âCanât.â His fingers rubbed your hand as some form of encouragement.Â
âYes you can, love.â You shook your head weakly, scooting your hips back only for him to swiftly smack your pussy. You preened on the contact, and he drank in the arousal that gushed out just from that. âMy sweet girl isnât gonna disappoint me, is she? Sheâs gonna make me all better, isnât that right?â Your brain was so fogged out you couldnât even produce a response. You just groaned and squirmed, unable to brace for impact when he smacked you again.Â
âSpike!â You cried out, but he didnât care. Heknew you were feeling good from how much you gushed while he tongue fucked your cunt. It was just a bit too much for you right now. You would feel better, you just needed to let go some more. He tried to relax you, tried rubbing mindless shapes on your skin to calm you down as he worked you through your third orgasm, but you just heaved. Your tits bounced with how heavily you breathed, and yet after all of that, he still didnât feel better. Why didnât he feel better?
Despite the relief that came from him pausing his abuse, you still whined as he sat up from behind your legs. With your taste still on his tongue, he kissed you. You sighed into him, the feeling of his large hands moving from your hip to under your shirt to touch your tummy and rip your bra in half. You didnât even notice Him moving you into his lap and setting your thighs on either side of him so you straddled him. He thumbed your nipples, pinching and rubbing over them while he relished in the feeling of you cunt so close to his dick.Â
You didnât seem to catch on either as he slid in between your folds, too lost of him finally kissing you again. You moaned into this kiss as his fingers dipped to toy with your clit before he whispered in your ear. âJust one more.â
In one fluid motion, he slipped his dick into his cunt, catching you as your limbs went weak. He was so big you felt your eyes water with the pressure of him being in you. You could tell he was struggling to stay still, but the haze had worn off enough for him to regain some sense. He still waited eagerly for you to adjust, brushing the fallen tears from your eyes and kissing your checks to make it all better.
âToo big. Itâs too big.â You stuttered. It was all you could manage to mutter out. He cooed at you, his dick growing harder than he thought possible at the feeling of it all and the praise.Â
âI was made for you, Pretty Girl, you can take it.â You yelped as he jerked his hips into yours, but he just couldnât help it. You were so pretty like this, all fucked out and dumb. Not a thought behind those eyes of yours and the only thoughts he was capable of was you. How warm you were, how wet you were, how tight you were. You were squeezing him and milking him dry and as much as he tried he just couldnât stop him self from fucking into you.Â
âIâm sorry.â and he meant it. You werenât ready and he couldnât even tell if he was ready, his body had a mind of his own and he felt himself just slipping into the feeling of being enveloped by you. âJust too good. Youâre too good. My good girl. Youâre gonna take all I give you, arenât you, love? You gonna be my sweet girl and take it?â His voice was breathy and low and impossibly hot.Â
All you could manage was a soft âmhmâ as you took him in. It wasnât like you had any other choice as you bounced on his cock, gripping at his chest and taking in each moan you earned as you drew blood from your scratches.Â
You felt every inch of him, felt the tip of his dick hit your cervix and kept pounding at it like it was his job;Â like he would die if he didnât. You canât do anything but take it as you screw your eyes shut and just try to breathe as everything in your body fights to hold on to some feeling. It was impossible to think, not when Spikeâs hands were all over you and his touch was so incredibly hot. Even stranger, a pink glow began to emanate from him, that or you were closer to passing out than you originally thought. .Â
He kept you close to his chest as you both chased your impending highs together, your lips meeting in the middle as you moaned and sighed into each other's mouths and he was a goner, rambling like a mad man in your ear, thanking you endlessly for something he couldnât put his hands on. Maybe it was your release, that you felt coming like a truck. He squeezed at the fat of your hips, pulling you even closer until neither one of you could tell where the other started and ended and you came like that, so close that you were almost suffocating, but a different kind from before.Â
He came not long after you, his dick still inside spurting his cum inside you and keeping it in there with little intention of coming out any time soon. That pink glow had faded from before, fading away until there was nothing there and the slight pink tinge from before was gone too. His eyes drooped a bit, his blue irises that you hadnât realized you had missed finally reappeared, his pupils returning to normal and his fangs retracting.Â
He hung his head in your neck and you felt his temperature drop a bit, no longer boiling hot. He refused to move his head from his spot though. If you didnât know any better, youâd think he was ashamed of what just happened.Â
After the both of you had a moment to catch your breaths, he removed himself from inside you, stalking off to find something to wear now that your outfit was completely ruined. He even had the decency to turn around while you changed, granted he had a hard time looking at you anyway.Â
âYouâre gonna wanna deep clean that couch.â You said to break the silence. You were surprised you got a chuckle out of him.Â
âYeah. I donât normally do this sort of thing on there.â Another moment of silence passed between the two of you.
âYou know, we can go back to my place and I can fix your nails. I can tell youâve been biting at them.â He didnât need to be told twice either. The place still stunk of sex and his head was feeling clearer than it had in days, he couldnât stand to be there right now.
âAbout all of thisâŚyou wonât tell Buffy, right?â You giggled.Â
âNot if you donât.â And that was more than enough for him.
#fic rec#wolf reads#evieelyzabethh#spike imagine#btvs spike#spike x reader#spike#buffy the vampire slayer imagine#buffy the vampire slayer#btvs imagine#btvs#spike btvs#Lemon#n*fw
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@strangeravatar made a great point
i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make
but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do
ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad
#conclusion: if one of them smokes weed they BOTH get high#but it's a baby's metabolism vs a sun god's so if CELESTIA is zooted spike is DEAD#i also like to imagine rainbow dash becomes quite the philosopher while under the influence#and yes their bong IS zecoras potion bottle from season 4 episode 1/2 thanks for asking#anyways#this is a long ass comic with. minimal payoff. but we're POSTING IT ANYWAY BABES#i couldnt decide if it would be funnier to have zephyr breeze at the end or one of those regular white blue-haired blue-eyed stock guards#i left it as zephyr. the real ones get it#i guess the real ones are everybody who saw season 9 episode 4#but cmon why ELSE do you think celestia would hire that guy#it's cause she's a freak and im calling her out on my tumblr dot com#mlp#mlp fim#mlp friendship is magic#mlp g4#mlp fanart#princess celestia#princess luna#rainbow dash#fluttershy#spike the dragon#zephyr breeze#horse comic#me art#also that font is one i made based off my own handwriting!! im so happy about it#though it does look. exactly like comic sans#idk how to feel about that tbh#wow you can just talk to yourself in the tags forever and no one will even know huh
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Different Kind of Aftercare - Spike
Summary: Spike takes care of you after being thrown around by a demon.
Pairing: human!reader x Spike
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Youâre in your bathtub while Spike takes care of you. Earlier you got thrown around by a demon leaving enough damage that Spike even had to help you out of your clothes before you could slip into the tub.Â
Spike is washing away all the grime and dirt when you hear him mumble something.
âWhat did you say,â you ask, voice cracking from disuse.Â
âNothing⌠Itâs justâŚyou have so many scars,â he answers breathlessly.Â
You shudder as his fingers trace your old wounds. Theyâre all healed, but you don't like to think about all the scars littering your body, every attack still vivid in your mind.
âThatâs the risk of running with the vampire slayer, I suppose,â you reply.Â
Spike scoffs: âIsnât the slayer supposed to protect you? I mean itâs her job description.â
âShe canât protect everyone at all times.â
You shrug. Buffy is an amazing slayer, but she often relied on you to take care of yourself.Â
You absentmindedly run your fingers over the bite mark in the crook of your neck. âThis oneâs the worst,â you whisper, âThe others are insignificant, really.â
âEvery scar on your body is one too many,â Spike replies without hesitation.Â
You rest your head on his shoulder as he calmly rubs your back. One of his hands runs over the scar in your neck as he curses his own kind.Â
âI think you should get out of the bath so I can take care of those wounds,â Spike says.Â
You stand up and Spike immediately wraps the fluffiest towel around your frame.Â
âYou dry off while I go and find some clothes,â he orders.Â
âYes, chef,â you chuckle, feeling a bit more like yourself.
Spike eventually returns with a big T-shirt and some shorts.Â
âWeirdly enough, I found my shirt in your closet,â Spike says before handing you the T-shirt.Â
âReally? I have no idea how that landed in my closet,â you nonchalantly reply while blush settles on your cheeks.Â
âIâm sure you donât,â Spike replies with a laugh.
After a lot of struggling on your part, Spike jumps in and helps you put on the T-shirt. You sit down on the closed toilet seat while you watch him take care of the big gash on your forearm. You were surprised he offered to take care of you tonight. You had a good relationship with the vampire, but never before had anyone offered to take care of you.
âWhy are you taking care of me,â you whisper.Â
âBecause I care about you and you looked in no state to be alone tonight,â he replies.Â
âGlad to know it wasnât a plot just to see me naked,â you chuckle.Â
âOh that was just a bonus,â Spike laughs accompanied by a wink.Â
âI canât believe you saw me naked before buying me dinner.â
âThat dinner can be arranged, my love,â Spike answers.Â
No hesitation, his love for you shining through in his voice. Blush coats your face as you grasp the significance of it all.Â
Taglist: @cureleanrainblues
#buffy the vampire slayer#buffy the vampire slayer imagine#buffy the vampire slayer x reader#buffy the vampire slayer x you#buffy the vampire slayer x y/n#spike#spike x reader#spike imagine#spike x you#spike x y/n#ness writes
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Should I stay or should I go? (Part one)
Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4
Spike x Giles!reader
Part one of four! Be kind pleaseđ
Warning: reader drinks, difficult relationship with parents, especially dad!Giles, reader loses their home.
You had moved to Sunnydale a few years prior with your father, he had tried desperately to train you up as a watcher but you never listened, you hated following orders and ultimately, you failed your observation when the watcherâs council came into town to check on your progress.
It bored you and for the 48 hours that you had been in charge of Buffy, you had all gone to the Bronze and let an apocalyptic rift open in the heart of the town when you failed to investigate or do any meaningful research. In your defence, it was a very minor and basically harmless apocalypse. Well, it was after Angel contacted your father when he couldnât get hold of you or Buffy and he came back into town.
You hated dusty research and telling people what they ought to be doing. You hated the weird pressure your father put on you to become a watcher just like him and sometimes, you even hated Buffy because of the way your father doted on her so. She could do no wrong, even when he was mad at her or telling her what to do he gave her a much easier time than he ever had with you.
You were a disappointment. You could see that clearly enough.
You stayed in Sunnydale though, for reasons unknown to yourself. You just didnât have anywhere else to go. Nothing excited you, it seemed.
You had moved back in with your father after you couldnât make rent. You had let another crappy job throw you out the door. You just couldnât stick to their stupid pointless rules. They made no sense and they paid you next to nothing at that.
You were sitting on the lid of the toilet as Buffy fed your newest houseguest blood from a novelty mug.
âWillow may have had a very helpful idea. She seems to be coping better with Ozâs departure, donât you think?â Giles asked walking back into the bathroom, directing his words at Buffy rather than the rest of the room as he walked in. It was like you didnât exist most of the time.
âWell, she still has a way to go but, yeah, I think sheâs dealingâ
âWhat, are you people blind? Sheâs hanging on by a threadâ Spike stated, muttering to himself after and rolling his eyes. Buffy just scoffed and left the room, taking the blood he had been drinking away with her as your Dad followed her out.
You had just been about to say something similar, but in a perhaps more conversational format rather than accusatory.
âYouâre quite astute really, arenât youâ You said, scanning Spikeâs face. He used to creep you out a bit back when he was trying to kill you and all that. Not that you would admit it.
You had never really studied him this closely before. But looking at him now, he just looked so normal. Apart from the shackles and the almost painfully pale complexion⌠and the fact he had blood crusting at the corners of his mouth.
âItâs no talent, pet, a man walkinâ in from the street could read the lot of you like a bookâ
âI like to think Iâm not that predictableâ
âDonât you all. Humans, youâre always thinking youâre so original, but youâre all a copy of the lastâ
âI guess when youâve been around a thousand years everything gets sort of old⌠apart from the, uh, obviousâ you sort of gestured vaguely at his face, a little glint in your eye as you teased him.
âWatch itâ He warned, his shackles clinking against the tub as he pointed to accentuate his words. You waited for a moment in silence, watching the tap slowly drip beads of water into the cool porcelain. You waited about seven drips before you spoke again.
âDonât you get bored? I get bored of the days here sometimes, itâs always a demon or a spell or some dumb melodrama with Dadâs little protegeesâ
You were surprised at the way this admittance casually tumbled from your own mouth. You werenât sure why you were speaking to him like this, perhaps you were seeking some kind of connection. It was very you to try in such a stupid place.
âNoâ he shrugged turning away from you and staring up at the ceiling.
âCome on, Iâm trying to open up hereâ
âWell close back up againâ He shrugged, his eyes still fixed upwards. You shrugged, standing and leaving him in his bathtub. You hoped boredom consumed him for the rest of the day.
You left for a bar and returned late at night, having missed another eventful Sunnydale evening. By the morning when it had all calmed down, Willow had showed up to apologise again to Giles and caught you brewing your morning beverage.
She explained animatedly about your father going blind, Buffy and Spike getting engaged and Xander being a demon magnet. You tried very hard to focus on her words and gasp in the correct places whilst your head spun and you gripped the handle of your mug.
Willow was your favourite out of the Scoobies, she was a sweet kid and you made the most effort with her as you got the sense she knew what not being listened to felt like. You were glad you had missed the eveningâs events, not that sitting alone at a bar and nursing a drink was much more interesting.
A few weeks later, Spike had been allowed to roam more freely by this point and he was lying on the sofa in your living room. You had a snack in your mouth and had carried a steaming mug of blood in one hand and a box of Weetabix in the other.
You gestured with your head for him to move his legs and he just stared at you for a moment before moving and snatching the mug and the box from your hands. You settled in beside him in front of an episode of Passions, trying, once again to speak to him but he was cold with you. Not even a thank you for the blood. I mean, he was evil, but did he have to keep it up all of the time?
You had tried talking to him, asking him questions about his past but he only really gave short sentences in reply. Today you were unceremoniously told to shut up so that he could watch Passions in peace.
You huffed but stayed beside him, weirdly drawn in by the stupid show. You missed his eyes lingering on you briefly as you glued your eyes to the set.
Truth was, Spike had a little soft spot for you. One that had grown even slightly since he had become a hostage in the same house you lived in. He tried to keep a distance from you, not directly look you in the eye as if you were some kind of love-inducing gorgon that would turn his resolve into a stone that could so easily crumble.
But he wouldnât give anything away.
By the time Spike left, you were relieved that you could use your bathroom in peace. You knew trying to talk to him had been a waste of time but he interested you and, more to the point, you had found yourself being incredibly lonely.
You had been distracted lately, trapped inside your mind. You felt like you were missing something. So much so you had maybe accidentally skipped a couple of shifts at your new job. You had been sneaking back into your house when Giles caught you. You winced at his voice, knowing you would have to fess up.
âShouldnât you be at the Magic Box?â
âOh, right, about thatâŚâ You began, unsure how to explain what had happened the day before. You had been avoiding your Dad ever since. You didnât have to say anything, he already knew.
âYou really are a bloody-â
âA what? Go on, say it!â
âA liabilityâ He stormed over and poured himself a whiskey.
âItâs not exactly surprising is it, being told I couldnât even visit my mother, left only with a man like you as a father, hey Ripper?â You donât know why you said it. Truly, he wasnât a terrible father. He was just bad at hiding his disappointment which made you feel, in a word, terrible about yourself.
He went very quiet for a moment. The temperature seemed to drop before he finally spoke again.
âI suggest you leaveâ
âWhat-?â
âPack up your things and leaveâ he repeated, pronouncing each word crisply.
âYou canât mean that!â
âYou canât support yourself, Y/n, and I certainly shouldnât have toâ
âWhere am I supposed to go?!â
âI suppose you will have to begin by figuring that out for yourselfâ He stared through you, downing the rest of his scotch before thundering up the stairs to his room and slamming the door.
You were ashamed to admit that as soon as he slammed the door, you broke down into tears. You knew you had been fucking everything up. You just wanted something more, you couldnât describe it.
You packed a bag, slung it over your shoulder and walked out of the door, not once looking back. To this day you still donât know how long you walked for, but by the time that you could see the sun threatening the dark skies through your blurred vision you had found yourself in a graveyard.
You had nowhere else to go and you werenât above sleeping in a graveyard, you soon discovered You were so exhausted you could barely move another step. You ducked into some old mausoleum, kicking away some dust from the corner and laying out your jacket as a sort of mattress and you bag as a pillow.
You curled into the corner and screwed your eyes up. You had finally began to drift into a fitful sleep when heavy footprints came towards you.
âThis ainât a bloody hotel, bugger off would you-!â He stormed, reaching down to grab your shoulder before he recognised you, âY/n?â
You bolted up, relaxing only for a moment when you noted you werenât in any immediate danger before descending straight into embarrassment. You would really rather he hadnât caught you sleep-crying on the floor of a crypt. Then again, it didnât really matter what he thought, you reminded yourself quickly. He scanned your face, finding pain written there and seemingly making a decision before he turned away.
You stood up, noting an old couch had been pushed into the far corner of the tomb. You sat on it, bringing your bag with you and noting that it was only marginally more comfortable than the floor.
âHereâ Spike returned, offering you a half empty bottle of  liquor. You took it, nodding your thanks and taking two large gulps. His eyes bulged for a moment before pulling a face of slight approval, until you looked back at him and he hid any evidence of expression from his face.
âWhy are you being nice?â
âYou take that back. Iâm not bloody niceâ
âNo, I know, youâre evil and all that. Iâll admit, I felt a little shiver when I saw you first until, I uh, remembered you couldnâtâŚâ You tailed off, âNot helping my case am I?â
âLiquorâs the cheap stuff so youâre doinâ me a favour by getting rid of itâ he shrugged. Spike was secretly pleased for the company. He had felt so alone of late.
You watched his lips, eyes scanning down to his neck and over his leather-clad torso. The way the dim light accentuated his features, the curve of his jaw, that sparkle in his eye, that smirk that was never far from his lips.
Oh God, no. You didnât⌠did you?
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Permission (Spike x y/n)
Requested: Yep. @wtv-my-current-hyperfixation
TW: Smut. A lot of smutty smut.
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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 Spikeâs 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.
âYou like that, love?â 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 whatâs 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, âMine.â He whispers.
You continue to ride him, fully clothed, in an attempt to ease some of your own lust.
âI want more.â 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.
âLetâs see if my girl can take two.â
He works on inserting another finger, stretching you to your max.
âGotta gets you ready for the main course.â
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 youâre deep in pleasure.
âDo you like that, love? Am I making you feel good?â
You can barely answer, your brain in a fog. You babble an answer which is incomprehensible and makes Spike laugh.
âShall we pick up the pace? Can you take it?â
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. Youâre 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 youâre 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. Youâre still trying to regain yourself when you feel Spike pull you up.
âCome on, weâre not done yet.â
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. Spikeâs head is tossed back, eyes shut. He loved feeling your mouth on him. If he didnât 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.
âGood girl.â 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.
âLay down.â 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 couldnât 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.
âSo wet. All for me?â He teases. âYou nasty, bird.â
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.
Youâre 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. Youâre 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 canât get enough of you. Youâre 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 whoâs 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. Youâre 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. Youâre 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.â
You look up at him, fucked out, dazed and pleasured. You inch up towards your pillow getting ready to sleep.
âOh no you donât. Iâm not done with you.â 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.
âIâm not done getting what I want. Lay on your stomach.â
You slowly oblige, concerned about whatâs coming next but excited that thereâs 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 youâre 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 heâs done to you, you hide your face in a pillow to keep quiet.
âOh no you donât.â He grabs, twists your hair in his hand and pulls. âI want to hear how good Iâm fucking you.â
Youâre caught in limp kitten mode. At his mercy. He fucks you rough and long. He rides you until youâre 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. Youâre 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. Youâre 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.
âCan I come. Please, can I come?â
âNot yet, sweetheart. Be good for me.â
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.
âCome.â He commands.
As if in cue you unravel under him. You come undone in a seeping heap of moans and thrashing. Youâre no longer in control of your body. Youâre his to use and his to have.
He lets you catch your breath, barely, before he pulls you up.
âGet up. On your knees.â 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.
âCan I rest now?â
âYes, my love.â
âDid I do good?â
âYou did amazing. Youâre such a good girl.â
You smile as you get into bed. He makes sure that youâre 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, youâre asleep in his arms.
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Spike x reader - my good thing
Standing on the edge of the field, you smiled a little to yourself as you looked up slightly at the endless amount of stars that were above you.
You were out there waiting for the meteor shower to start, it had been something you were looking forward to the whole month.
Just something for you, without college, or hunting the supernatural, or having to listen to everybody complain about everybody to you.
This was time for you.
At least it was supposed to be.
You heard a branch snap, and you turned around, watching as the white haired vampire came stumbling out of the trees, brushing his jacket down.
You sighed, but you offered him a small smile when he looked up at you.
âHow did you find me?â
âSlayer told me where you were, or, roughly where you were.â
You nodded, and he walked over, standing next to you while you turned back to carry on watching the stars.
âThey want me to bring you back to help them.â
You nodded a little, turning around so you could face where the calorie had just come from.
âAlright, lead the way.â
Spike furrowed his brows a little.
âI said they told me to get you, not that I was going to actually take you, I just wanted out of the boring meeting and decided to see what it was you were doing here and if it were any fun.â
You smiled at him, shaking your head a little.
âSorry Spike, I donât think this will be any fun for you.â
âWho says it wonât? What are you doing anyway?â
âWell, Iâm waiting for the meteor shower, this one doesnât happen all that often, but itâll be twice as big as any of the others, itâll cover the whole sky!â You beamed.
You turned back to the sky, putting your hands into your pockets.
Spike glanced at you a little and scoffed.
âYouâre right, that is boring. Later.â
âBye, have a good night!â
You beamed at him again, and Spike began to walked away before he stopped.
He glanced at you just standing there unprotected, not a single care in the world and he cursed quietly to himself.
They would kill him if something happened to you, or even blame him, so he had to turn around and make his way back over to you.
âHow long does this take?â He grumbled.
âSpike you donât have to stay, Iâll be alright, Iâve got this whole area cornered off to monsters.â
Spike furrowed his brows a little.
âThen why did I find you?â
âYouâre on the list of people who can come through it.â
The way you said it so happily and casually with a smile on your face.
You said it like it was so casual, so normal, as if he were one of the humans you were always hanging around with.
Not that he was a powerful vampire and the only thing stopping him from ripping your head off was a little chip in his brain.
Or one of the two things stopping him at least.
You were bouncing on the balls of your feet, and you reached out to the grass, brushing your fingers along it.
A few bugs flew up, lighting themselves up and spike jumped back in shock.
âWhat the hell kind magic was that?!â
You laughed a little.
âNo magic, theyâre fireflies!â
You grinned that innocent little grin when you found something absolutely fascinating, not like demons or vampires or anything like that.
But a pure, wholesome fascination, like when someone brought you a new book you had never seen, or you had completed a new spell perfectly for the first time.
It was a pure, innocent grin that made Spike wonder how despite everything that had happened, everything you had seen or been through you could still be so happy and bright about everything.
Spike watched the fireflies as they danced about a little bit, and he shuffled back a little as one came near him.
âCome on Spike, they wonât hurt you. Theyâre harmless.â
âTheyâre bugs that glow in the dark, I donât like that, itâs not natural.â
âTheyâre natural, compared to most things in this town at least.â
You reached up, gently guiding the firefly away from him back towards its friends.
âThereâs loads of them in the grass, itâs so cool when they all fly upwards, like itâs like the stars all fell from the sky!â
âIt would be a total disaster if the stars fell from the sky love, even you know that.â
You shrugged a little.
âWell, yeah. But itâll still be pretty at least, if thatâs the last thing I saw before I died Iâd be okay with that.â
Spike glanced down at you.
âReally, burning stars, millions of them falling from the sky and you would be okay if that was the last thing you saw before one of them killed you?â
You laughed a little.
âOkay, okay when you put it like that maybe not so much, but I mean come on, you have to admit it would be nice.â
âCanât say itâs what I would want to see before I died.â
You looked at him in curiosity.
âThen what would you want to see?â
Glanced looking at you before he turned away again.
âThatâs none of your business.â
You grinned again, and you looked back out at the grass.
âYou know what you need Spike?â
âWhat that?â He asked.
âYou need to have some fun, not like beat demons up and drink blood kinda fun, like just pure, wholesome fun, you know? Like road trips and⌠and things like that!â
He rose a brow at you.
âNow I may have forgotten but Iâm pretty sure the whole part of being a vampire is I canât go out in the sun. Plus whatâs so wrong with my lifestyle?â
You sighed, turning around to look at him.
âEverybody treats you like a monster, you help them and they still donât trust you despite everything. And I mean yeah they probably have a reason to, but I think youâve been a vampire for far too long.â
âMaybe I have, Iâm pretty okay with that though. You seem to value life so much, tell me, why is that? Wonât you just die in the end anyway?â
You shrugged slightly, turning your attention back towards the sky.
âWell, yeah. That can make life pretty morbid.â
âThen why are you always so happy?â
âThere so much beauty, it varies from person to person, I like the small things, the unnoticed things. Stars, nature, old paintings and vintage music.â
âSo, youâre an old person in a young persons body?â
You laughed, smiling softly at him.
âLife is short spike, and unpredictable. If we donât pay attention to whatâs right in front of us, itâs easy to miss it until itâs all gone. Then itâll be too late.â
âFor a vampire life is long, I have all the time in the world.â
âYouâre immoral to old age, not to death itself Spike.â
You sighed, and you turned back to the stars.
âOne day youâll die too, and youâll regret all the things that you never did. Stop trying to be the big bad for once, just be happy.â
âThatâs a disgusting statement, I am the big bad, I will always be the big bad.â
âUh huh, the big bag whoâs scared of bugs!â
âHey!â
Spike tried to grab your arm but you ran into the grass and he ran after you, immediately getting swarmed by the fireflies.
He swatted his hands around, accidentally hitting you and he yelled in pain, clutching at his head as he dropped to his knee.
âBloody hell! Itâs like a death trap here!â He yelled.
You knelt next to him, placing your hands over his on his head.
You whispered something, and the pain rattling around in his skull faded.
Spike looked up at you.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean for your to get hurt.â
âIâm the one that hit you. What did you do to me? Why doesnât it hurt?â
You smiled at him, moving your hands away from his and you rested them on your knees.
âItâs a healing spell, it takes your pain, thatâs all, or at least lessens it, which for you would be like me taking it away.â
You sat down, leaning back on your hands as you looked at the hundreds of fireflies dancing about, lights slowly moving around.
Spike sat there watching you, a hand behind him, the other resting in his knee, and he turned his gaze up to the sky as well.
A few meteors shot across the sky and a small gasp left you.
âSpike look!â
âYes love, I can see them I have eyes you know.â
He looked back at you, sitting up a little bit so he was able to see you a little better.
You wore the softest smile, a gleam of excitement in your eyes.
âTheyâre so beautifulâŚâ
âYeah, they are.â
You chuckled a little bit.
âI know youâre looking at me, I can feel your eyes on me.â
Spike got up, and he moved over, crouching in front of you, his arms resting on his legs.
âIs that so wrong?â
You turned your head towards him.
âSpike?â
Reaching up, he carefully placed a hand on the side of your face, and you looked at him in utter confusion which made him chuckled a little.
âCome now, you really canât pretended you havenât noticed anything.â
âNoticed what?â
He sighed.
âCome on love, I know you know. I just need to know if you feel the same way.â
You didnât reply and he sighed again.
Heâd been trying to make it obvious to you, without directly telling you. He tried being nice, he tried being mean, he tried getting you things or just following your around.
Now he was just going to be upfront about it.
âYouâre so soft, so gentle. You are everything somebody like me doesnât deserve, somebody I would never deserve, Iâm evil, youâre good. It could never work out.â
âSo, then why are you here?â You asked quietly.
âBecause I want you, and I donât care how selfish it is. I want one good thing for myself, I want you to be that one good thing I have.â
âSpikeâŚâ
He leant forward, brushing his lips against yours.
âBe that one good thing in my lifeâŚâ he whispered.
You smiled, leaning forward, connecting your lips either his.
Your hands gently gripped at his jacket, pulling him a little closer.
Spike smirked into the kiss and you pulled away, and he chased your lips trying to kiss you again.
âSpike the meteors..â
âAlright! Alright.â
You smiled, shuffling around and you laid your head in his lap, staring up at him, the shooting stars above his head.
You reached up, gently touching his cheek.
âI know youâve been trying to get my attention for months.â
âSo⌠youâve been ignoring me then?â
You just grinned a little.
âI wanted to be sure I guess⌠that I wasnât going to be just another you know.. like.. conquest or somethingâŚâ
Spike placed his hand on yours.
âNow I could never do that to someone as pure as you, I could never hurt you in such a way love.â
He lifted your head, and shuffled down so he could lay down as well, resting your head in his chest.
Your hand held his, running your thumb along the back of his hand, small circles against his skin.
It was a strange feeling for him, we was used to violence, aggression, anger.
With you it was care, compassion, gentle.
He was sure if he had a soul, and a beating heart this would probably be what you would consider to be true love and happiness.
Spike never understood your whole love for nature and all the little things, but in this moment he did, he really understood it.
It wasnât the first time he was so close to you, but it was the closest heâd been to you, and he loved it, he loved your warmth, and how soft you were.
It wasnât killing or being the big bad, but this was definitely his new favourite memory he would remember for as long as he lived, he just hoped there was time to make many more.
âSpike?â
He hummed a little.
You sat up, and you leant down, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
âIâm glad youâre here.â
âIâm glad youâre here too love.â
He pulled you down into his embrace, and you rested your head on his shoulder, going back to look at the night sky
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being idol!xiao's girlfriend means you have unlimited and pre-release access to all his merchandise, fan event tickets, and even allowed backstage during concerts by his management.
but you're his biggest fan, his number one fan girl, and, in xiaotwt terms, his most delulu girlfriend stan. which tingles xiao's brain because... you are his girlfriend? why do you have be crazy over him on the internet when you can literally smother him in your lovely kisses all day?
as much as you're internally cocky with the fact that you're the luckiest fan out there, you can't just upload on twitter a photo of him in your arms. now, that would be a chaotic mess for the management, potentially posing a threat to his career, and ultimately, endangering your privacy.
(but at least your private instagram is a safe space for showing off your boyfriend, xiao.)
what idol!xiao finds the most absurd (and adorable) is when he's able to send you selfies and candid shots during his practices, recordings, or any related agendas in his work that don't end up in the photocard or merchandise lineup; but, you're still fighting for your life on buy and sell twt to get one limited edition xiao photocard on his third anniversary as an artist or you're waiting in a long ass line to purchase merchandise from an accredited store nearby your place.
even the management has seen you a few times blending in with idol!xiao's sea of fans, they also wonder why you don't take advantage of the convenience and access to almost everything when you're already a trusted friend and a very supportive girlfriend of their favorite artist.
in your defense, it's part of the fan girl experience.
"how much did you pay for that?"
but sometimes, your impulse comes first before your superego even gets to neutralize your decision.
"uh about like... a few dollars?"
"my love, it's expensive and i believe that's overpriced."
"but it's limited edition!"
"you literally date the real thing."
#kval â spike rush.#genshin impact#genshin impact drabbles#genshin impact imagines#genshin x reader#genshin x you#genshin impact xiao#xiao#xiao x reader#xiao x you#xiao imagines#xiao drabbles
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âââ â â buffy the vampire slayer â !â
season two.
#đ˘đŻđ¨3đđŞđŹ.#buffy the vampire slayer#btvs#spike#spike btvs#spike x reader#spike imagine
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