#crypt tv the look-see

[downloadablecreature]

“Arthur Lester could beat Jigsaw” this, “Arthur Lester could beat Jonathan Sims” that.

You know who Arthur can’t beat?

The Look-See

[doodleferp]

Frying pan solidarity

[darvarscargo]

IF YOU YOURSELF CANNOT REALEASE, THEN IT WILL COME TO TAKE A PIECE

[juanquintero8276]

t-1000 Vs My Guest Character's

[commander-revan]

Anyone else think All for One looks like the Look-See from CryptTV?

[lord-prey]

He could maybe get it

[chaselocalyanderefan]

Drawing Internet Horror Characters for a Year

Day 163:

The Look-See

[aziormin]

Going back to my roots just to improvise my rarepair

[g-o-bs--fanfictions]

CR! Look-See

A/N: Here's some canon things about my technical AU! Look-See until I get Cursed Ring Pt. 2 up (I'm typing it up, I swear. I just got a new laptop and everything, lol.)

Cursed Ring | 1 2

Very sassy.

Learned both ASL and BSL in his downtime just to have something to do, but soon discovered his telepathic abilities and fell out of practice. (Still fluent, just not as fast; yes, it’s a sore spot for him, so shush.)

Can absolutely recognize sarcasm (it’s technically a negative emotional response) but is oblivious to most romantic expression (namely flirting) unless you straight up tell him what you’re doing. As soon as he catches on, he will make you blush.

Learned English from his followers and other… “entities”

Does, in fact, know what the internet is and it’s the one thing on this Earth that terrifies him; he still won’t say what he saw to make this the case, but we can guess

Mans is 75% ‘Black Cat’, 20% ‘Ginger Cat’, and 5% ‘No Thoughts, Only Rage’

Knows how to sew but doesn’t feel like doing it most of the time. So he crotchets instead. Make it make sense.

Is a terrible cook. Please don’t let him near a stove.

He does make good smoothies, though, so I guess he’s got that going for him, lol

And finally, he will scare the shit out of you just for fun. It brings him joy.

Masterlist

[eviltoonycatuwu]

so nobody gonna talk about how one of those "Top 10" channels called the Look-See an SCP 💀

[youtherthyf]

got an idea: these two. fancy dressed monster men death match.. then they make out

[otterpopgames]

Never heard of the Look-See, tbh, but he looks cool! I'd say that at first glance it definitely counts as slasher-adjacent, so it's going on the list!

Yeah he's a coolio. Very interesting lore even if he's technically more supernatural than slasher lol

[doodleferp]

Crypt TV Update!!!

So I realized as I was returning to complete my overhaul of the Crypt TV Fandom wiki, I was NOT a good little Crypt junkie and I didn't give the latest update to this post! But there HAS been news on the Crypt TV front believe it or not.

TLDR: Crypt TV has been bought out by another media company that runs similarly to them. The new company seeks to revitalize Crypt's more recognizable monsters as well as create new original content for the CMU.

So as of January of this year, Crypt TV has been bought out by another web media company called Brat TV. Brat seems to do the same sort of thing that Crypt does, make media with the Gen Z demographic in mind -- except they're much more generalized with their stuff and don't focus on just one genre. They've got some good content on there, so I don't suggest blowing it off right away. Brat TV intends to expand into other genres to reach more viewers, and in buying Crypt TV is their way of expanding into the horror genre.

So what does this mean for Crypt fans? Well, Brat apparently plans on revitalizing some of Crypt's IP and getting their channels up and rolling again. Just to assuage peoples' fears, the deletion of the Crypt YouTube channel is extremely unlikely. The Brat execs plan to keep Eli Roth and other Crypt OGs on-staff, and they plan to revisit OG properties, specifically naming Sunny Family Cult and The Look-See.

It looks like the content launch is already beginning as well, because there's not only a new Facebook Meta series shot entirely in first-person VR, but we've had a brand-new Crypt video within the past week! It's a creepypasta video straight out of the creepypasta era starring The Mauler from Camp Monster and a brand-new monster, The Banshee! Since the creepypastas aren't exactly canon, I can't say for sure if The Banshee will be in any CMU stuff, but it's still a pleasant surprise after all these months of inactivity!

I've got a link to the new creepypasta below in case anyone wants to check it out!

[girlgenius1111]

maybe it's the past that's talking... screaming from the crypt.

the great war chapter 4

ona batlle x reader

you and ona enjoy being together, even when it isn't always easiest.

-----

Worrying your lip between your teeth, you scrolled further through the comments on your girlfriend's latest instagram post. The two of you had gone to breakfast with Lucy, and Ona had posted a picture of the food. She didn't post either of you, but fans had noticed Lucy's hand, identified by her wrist tattoo, in the corner of the picture, and they'd gone off the rails.

They were convinced Lucy and Ona were together. It shouldn't have bothered you, but it did. Maybe because of what had happened with Alessia; you'd never really been a jealous person before now. Or, maybe it was that you cared more for Ona than you had for anyone else in your life, and the idea of her being with someone else left you feeling ill.

You were being ridiculous. There was nothing to worry about, you told yourself. Your stomach still twisted with anxiety though, and you had to work hard to school your features when Ona emerged from the bedroom, having gone off to shower. She wasn't really paying attention, looking at her phone as she took a seat next to you on the couch, absentmindedly kissing the top of your head as she did so.

You quickly turned your phone off, letting it fall onto the couch. Ona was focused on whatever was on her phone screen, and you felt a pang of terror; was she talking to Lucy? Were the fans right? Was there something there?

You'd never felt so insane in your life. You didn't want to say anything, because Ona had never given you a reason not to trust her, and you didn't want to seem overbearing and obsessive. At the same time, you felt like you could cry, the mere possibility that something was going on between Ona and Lucy making your heart squeeze in your chest.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Ona asked suddenly, turning her body to face you.

"Nothing! Do you want to watch something?" You asked, changing the subject. You were being absurd. You trusted Ona.

Ona grabbed the TV remote before you could, holding it behind your back as she gazed at you.

"Oni," you groaned, trying to reach around her to grab the remote.

She caught your arm easily, tilting her head. "The next words out of your mouth better be, 'Oni, I am upset because...'"

You gave up on the remote, folding your arms and settling back against the couch.

"Do not be grouchy, amor. Talk to me." Before you'd met Ona, you weren't sure you'd ever met anyone as stubborn as you knew you were. Your girlfriend rivaled you, though, and you knew you were fighting a losing battle.

You thought for a moment, the brunette waiting patiently for you to gather your thoughts. She'd pried one of your arms away from your chest, taking one of your hands in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Did you see the comments under your post?" You asked her quietly, peeking at her out of the corner of your eye.

"I did. They can be idiots sometimes, amor, you know that." Ona said, taking in your expression. "Are you upset about what they are saying?"

You shrugged, fighting a wave of emotion at how kind, how understanding, your girlfriend was being.

"What is it that is upsetting you? That they think Lucy and I are together, or that they do not know you and I are together?" She questioned, clearly determined to understand why you were upset, and fix it.

"It's just. There isn't... anything between you and Lucy is there?" You asked in a small voice, eyes flitting up to Ona's quickly, trying to see if you'd made her mad with your question.

She didn't look mad, though. Only a little sad, as she took your face in her hands, gently cradling your cheeks. "No. There is nothing between me and Lucy. I love you. Only you."

Ona didn't ask you why you were so suspicious, so insecure. She didn't need to.

"I'm sorry, Oni. I trust you, you've never given me a reason not to trust you, it's just..." you trailed off, not really sure how to express the emotions waging war in your head at that moment.

"It's that someone betrayed your trust before, and you didn't expect it. That is bound to leave some marks, amor. I am not angry. I will tell you that I love you, and only you, as many times as you need to hear it." The defender told you sincerely. Her eyes were practically hearts looking at you, and you were dove forward, pulling her into a tight hug before you even really knew what you were doing.

Your face was hidden in her shirt, her arms wrapped tightly around you. You were blinking back tears, not because you were upset anymore. Now, it was because Ona just seemed to understand you. So perfectly. She knew what you were thinking before you even had the chance to say it.

"Cariño? Did I say the wrong thing?" Ona asked quietly.

You pulled from her embrace, mashing your lips into hers for a minute. "No, you were perfect. You are perfect." You assured her, pressing your forehead to hers. You were sporting matching grins, and neither of you could bring yourselves to care about how disgustingly love sick you probably looked.

"You are the perfect one," Ona whispered, pairing the words with a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

Maybe, you were both perfect, together.

-----

It was an open secret within the team that you were together. A few people knew for sure, Ingrid, Mapi, Alexia, and Lucy, while everyone else had... very strong suspicions. Outside of the team though, the general public had not a single clue that you were together.

As such, rumors about Ona and Lucy, Ona and Keira, Ona and... everyone, persisted. As time passed, it seemed like it was only increasingly bothering you. Which was why Ona decided to bring up something she'd been considering for a few weeks, sitting on the couch next to you on the way to an important away game. You were distracted, scrolling through twitter, when Ona spoke up.

"Do you ever thing about coming out?" She wondered aloud.

You didn't look up from your phone. "Ona, I'm already out. And so are you, indirectly. Everyone knows you're gay. Look at you." Ona briefly looked offended, before glancing down at her very gay outfit, and giving up on arguing with what you'd said.

"No, not come out of the closet. Come out... about us." That got your attention.

"Like tell the team? I think they all already know, Oni, and they're just trying to be nice."

Ona wasn't quite sure why you weren't understanding what she was so clearly asking you. "No, amor. Go public. On instagram or something. Not like an announcement, something like how Ingrid and Mapi did it."

You were quiet for a moment, and Ona anxiously watched your face. Had she miscalculated? Did you not want people to know about the two of you?

"Why would you want to do that?" You asked neutrally. Your tone was completely free of emotion either way, and Ona sighed, wishing she knew what you were thinking, like she normally did.

"Well, I know the rumors make you uncomfortable, and the only way to get them to stop is..." Ona trailed off, surprised by the sudden sullen expression on your face.

"I don't want you to do that for me, Ona. I can handle the rumors. We don't have to tell everyone before you're ready."

"No! I want to tell people. I... I want everyone to know that you're mine."

Your response wasn't even out of your mouth before a pained groan, and then a yelp, sounded from behind you. Exchanging looks, you and Ona stood slightly, and peeked over the seat.

Mapi and Ingrid were sitting behind you; Mapi rubbing her arm whilst glaring at Ingrid, who was returning the glare.

"Is there a problem, León?" Ona asked coldly.

"No, no problem here," Ingrid replied, smiling apologetically.

"Yes there is!" Mapi cut in. "The problem is that I am trying to enjoy the drive, and the two of you are dancing in circles around something you both clearly want."

You and Ona gaped at her, and Ingrid elbowed her again, hard.

"Stop doing that!" Mapi cried, looking over at her girlfriend with a hurt expression on her face. "I'll fix it for you." She dropped her voice a pitch, turning to one side. "Y/n, can we tell people we're together?" She raised her voice up a bit, turning to face the other way. "Why, yes, Ona, I'd love nothing more."

She turned back to face the two of you, smiling triumphantly. "There, it is all better now."

You and Ona were at a loss for words, and it appeared Ingrid was as well.

"I don't know how you put up with her." You said finally, looking sympathetically at Ingrid.

"I don't either." Ingrid replied, pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers and looking rather exasperated.

"Hey! Amor!" Mapi complained, launching into a disgruntled explanation as to why "you don't put up with me, you LOVE me." You and Ona turned back, sitting down in your seats again, trying to keep your smirking to a minimum.

It was quiet for a few moments, before the two of you looked shyly at each other, breaking into giggles.

"I wish she wasn't right." Ona admitted.

"Me too, but she is." You agreed.

The specifics were to be decided later, you both agreed, before you focused on your pre-match routines, headphones on even as your hands tangled together secretly, tucked under the sweatshirt draped across Ona's lap.

-----

You weren't an overly aggressive player, not really. It wasn't often you got carded, and when you did, it was normally warranted. You were always the player calming the others down on the pitch, encouraging them to let the ref deal with situations.

The wave of anger that washed over you, when the number 9 on the opposing team practically tackled your girlfriend to the ground was not a feeling that you could recall experiencing before. Ona's head smacked painfully on the grass, and you could tell by the dazed look on her face that she was hurt. You moving towards her in an instant, as your teammates appealed to the ref for a card and a penalty. Cata was crouched over Ona protectively, trying to make sure everyone gave her space until the medics could reach her.

Cata made to move out of the way as you approached and allow you to take her spot, already planning on how she was going to tease you later about the way you'd instantly rushed to Ona's side the minute she'd gone down. Instead, you walked right passed the pair, barreling toward's the girl that took Ona out, who was loitering a few feet away. Your hands connected with number nine's chest, shoving her backwards. The girl stumbled, coming back at you with a matching shove. It only escalated from there, and by the time your teammates got in between you, punches had been thrown.

It took Mariona and Lucy together to get you separated from the other girl, your lip bleeding, a bruise around your eye already forming. You'd never felt angrier in your entire life. That girl could have hurt Ona, badly. It had been a completely unnecessary action, too, and you could see out of the corner of your eye that Ona was being led off the pitch, supported by a medic on each side.

Even as Mario encouraged you to calm down, and Lucy rubbed your shoulder, you still struggled against your teammates, feeling like you had more to give to the girl being restrained not far from you. That was, until Ingrid and Irene stepped in front of you, blocking your view.

"Calm down." Irene said icily, clearly not appreciating your momentary excursion into vigilante justice.

"She-" You started.

"-We saw what she did. So did the ref. She was about to get carded when you stepped in." Ingrid said, a look of disappointment clear on her face.

"Ona-" You began again, twisting to try to find her on the pitch.

"-Is fine. The medics are getting her off now. You're about to get a red, and you're going to take it, apologize to the ref and the girl, and get off the pitch." Irene told you, glaring as you started to object.

You nodded finally, and your teammates released you, moving out of the way as the ref walked in your direction.

"Nice right hook," Mario whispered in your ear, before following the others off to the side. You fought back a smile at her compliment, focusing on the ref. You did get a red card, as did the other player. She threw the first punch after all, escalating the tussle to a full blown fight.

You apologized to the ref, like you were told to, and you tried to apologize to the other girl but she brushed you off heading for the sidelines. You followed her, feeling the burning gaze of every single one of your teammates on you as you walked off the pitch. You stopped briefly by Jona, who patted you on the back supportively.

"I would yell, but Alexia is already waiting for you in the tunnel," he said quietly, knowing that pretty much everyone was more afraid of Alexia than of him. You nodded, heading towards the tunnel.

Now that you were off the pitch and away from the situation, you felt embarrassment at how you'd acted burn through your body. More than that, though, you just wanted to check on your girlfriend.

Alexia stood, effectively blocking your way to find Ona, arms crossed over her chest, an unimpressed look on her face. She was resting this game, unfortunately for you. Mapi was too, but she was nowhere to be found. Everyone else was still outside on the bench, and you hoped that meant that Mapi was with Ona.

You walked towards Alexia tentatively, wincing when she grabbed your chin and inspected your wounds. Her finger brushed over your lip, and your eye, before she released your chin, and grabbed your hand. Your knuckles were split, and she pressed gently around, watching carefully as you winced.

"Say something." You said finally, unable to take the silence any longer.

"Oh? You want me to say something? I thought you only settled issues with violence." The blonde said, and you shrunk under her sharp gaze.

"Alexia,"

"No. Be quiet. I do not want to hear it. I am disappointed in you, nena."

Your eyes fell to the floor, heart clenching in your chest at Alexia's words, obviously chosen to make you feel guilty, as was deserved. You'd messed up, and you would take what was coming to you.

Alexia launched into a lecture about responsibility, reliability, the team, getting carded, and generally being an idiot. She didn't get very far into it though, before a door opened, and a voice called to you from down the hall. Alexia turned around, and you peeked past her, seeing Mapi leaning out of a doorway.

"Ona is asking for you," she said, an impressed grin on her face. You pushed right past Alexia, rushing down the hall towards Mapi.

"Hey! I was not done yelling!" Alexia called after you. Her footsteps followed you down the hall, but you really couldn't bring yourself to care. You slipped past Mapi into the dimly lit room, and found your girlfriend on a recovery table, awaiting you with a poorly hidden smile.

"Oni," you sighed, relief filling you at the sight of her. You moved closer to press a soft kiss to her forehead, pulling back to look down at her. "Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

"How am I feeling? What about you?" She asked, looking up at your swelling face with a wry grin.

"I'm fine," you dismissed. "Do you have a concussion?"

"No, somehow. Just a bump." Ona promised.

"I guess you do not need to announce anything anymore." Mapi said gleefully. You and Ona both glared at her, before you turned your focus back to your girlfriend.

"She's right. I made it... very obvious."

"I liked it," Ona said quietly, a shy smile on her face.

Behind you, Alexia cleared her throat. You sighed, leaning your head down to hide your face in Ona's neck. "Ask her to go away." You mumbled. Ona laughed under you.

"I am not getting involved."

"Even though I was defending your honor?" You asked incredulously.

"Sí, mi amor. I do not get in the way of Alexia and a lecture she wants to give."

You sighed loudly, before pulling away and turning towards your captain, resigned to your fate.

-----

The team had decided to go out to celebrate the win, and although Alexia had gotten her anger out of her system, she still wasn't letting you OR Ona head to a bar after sustaining mild injuries.

Instead, she accompanied you and Ona back to your apartment. Ingrid and Mapi joined you. It took around an hour for everyone to agree on dinner. Eventually, Alexia got annoyed and picked for everyone. Deciding on a movie to watch was equally as difficult. Mid argument, the doorbell rang. You got up to answer the door, thinking it was the food delivery.

You weren't looking when you opened the door, glancing behind you to laugh at something Mapi said, when a quiet voice had you freezing in your tracks.

"Y/n?"

You turned towards the opened door, towards the familiar soft voice, familiar adorable accent. She was stood in front of you, in a red arsenal sweatshirt, blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail. She looked just as beautiful as she always did, blue eyes peering at you apprehensively.

"Less?" You asked.

-----

cliffhanger? again?

[castielshunterwife]

Spike x reader smut

Catching him in a compromising position

Spike x f!reader smut

This is the first smut I have every written so I apologize if it's not the best. <3 feedback is always appreciated

Not proofread

Minors do not interact

You walk into the crypt that Spike has made into his makeshift home carrying snacks for you and blood bags for him, ready for your weekly movie night with the vampire.

When you see that spike isn't in the main area with the couch and tv you start to worry. It's day and you know he shouldn't be outside. You slowly walk further into the room, ready incase of danger. You set the food for the both of you on the couch softly and continue to walk around trying to figure out where he is.

You make it to the stairs that lead down to the bedroom of the crypt, somewhere you've never been in respect of Spike's privacy. The closer you get the more you start hearing things. Noises that are almost pained sounding. You quickly pull a short dagger out of your belt, something you've adapted to carrying since you live in Sunnydale.

As quietly as you can you open the door to the stairs, the noises getting louder. You fear that Spike is in trouble. You slowly go down the stairs, stopping abruptly at the bottom. You see that Spike isn't and was never in danger. You watch for a moment as he strokes his cock, grunts falling from his lips. The dagger slowly slips from your hands in surprise.

"BLOODY HELL WOMAN DON'T YOU KNOCK!" Spike shouts when he hears the clank of the danger on the stone floor and looks over seeing you standing at the bottom of the stairs, quickly covering himself with a nearby blanket.

"I- Sorry!" You stutter out before quickly turning around, hoping he doesn't see the blush on your face at seeing him like that.

You hear the blankets rustling behind you as well as Spike grumbling to himself. You stay stuck in place, breathing heavier than before because of seeing Spike pleasuring himself. You try not to think about him, he's your friend, it doesn't matter that you've had a crush on him for months, you definitely shouldn't be thinking about his cock.

Spike picks up on your elevated heart rate and he smirks to himself. He had suspected that you liked him, to him, this just confirmed this theory. Having now thrown on pants he quietly walks up behind you and gently rest his hands on your hips, his fingers slightly digging into your skin.

You jump when you feel Spike holding onto you, not expecting him to be there. You feel his chest against your back. If he had a breath you would feel it hot against your neck.

"Like what you saw?" He asks in a accent posh english accent, his voice cocky.

You don't know what to say. Your mouth opens and closes as you try to think of something to say. You feel his arms move to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, pulling your backside right against his erection. You bite back a whimper at the feeling, trying to resist the urge to move your hips to feel him better.

"I know you want it love." He whispers Huskily before he starts leaving kisses along your jaw. Instinctively you move your head to the side so that he can have easier access. "Just say the word. I'll give you what you want." He continues as he starts leaving sloppier kisses on your neck, his arms holding you against him tighter.

You decide to let all of your restraints go, this is what you want. "Want you Spike. Please." You say breathy, leaning back onto his bare chest.

"Good girl." He says with a smirk as he quickly shifts you in his hold so that you are face to face. He quickly bends down and captures your lips in a passionate kiss.

You practically whimper into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. You quickly move your hands to hold the back of his neck, keeping him pressed against you. You feel his cock straining against his pants.

Spike swiftly bends down, wrapping his arms around your ass, lifting you up, you wrap your legs around his waist, all while still kissing you. He walks over to his large Gothic bed, gently setting you down and pinning you between him and the bed. His hand tables in your hair, basically letting you as he kisses you.

He breaks the kiss to leave love bites down your neck. You whimper as you feel his hips buck into yours. Your fingers dig into his shoulders while you hold him against you.

His hands move from your head and thigh to the hem of your shirt, his cool fingers brushing against your stomach. You quickly sit up and lift your arms, letting him remove your shirt and throw it somewhere in the room. You wrap your arms around his neck again and pull his lips against your own. He kisses you back just as passionately.

You feel his hands move along your torso, coming up the bottom of your bra. Your back arches, signalling to him to take the offending piece of clothing off. He complies eagerly. His arm wraps around your torso and he skillfully unclasps your bra. You take your arms off of him so he can throw your bra off. Once it's off you quickly wrap your arms around him again.

Spike breaks away from the kiss to look at your bare chest. "Oh look at you." Spike mutters softly to himself. You gently grab his hands and move them to cup your breasts. He almost moans at the feeling. He takes his time, pinching and sqeezing before he move down to attach his lips to one of your tits.

You moan when you feel his mouth around your hardened nipple. His hand worshiping the tit that his mouths isn't on. You rest your hand against the back of his head, holding him in place. Fuelled by your moans He sucks and bite making sure to leave marks before he move and does the same to your other breast.

When he is sure that both tits have thoroughly been marked he pulls his head back to admire his work. Feeling satisfied he moves his hands down to the waist band of your pants, looking up at you to ask for consent. You nod your head vigorously, desperate to feel him on your core and inside you.

You makes quick work of your pants before he throws them off somewhere. His hands go to your thighs, massaging them beneath his hands. Your hips buck up, begging him to touch you how you want, how you need, to be touched. A smirk comes to his lips at your action. He slowly drags your soaked underwear down your legs before he quickly puts them in a drawer in the bedside table. You watch him as he does this. He brings his hand down to between your thighs, but not quiet touching where you desperately need him. Your hips desperately buck up, trying to find that pressure you need.

"Patience love, you'll get what you need. Want to savor you." Spike says softly as he gently spreads your thighs apart. He casts his eyes up to watch your face as he gently run a finger over your slit.

You let out a low moan and you face face contorts to one of pleasure. Spike smirks at your reaction before moving up to kiss you hard. You hold onto him tightly. While distracting you with the kiss Spike quickly inserts his finger into your pussy. You let out a surprised moan into his mouth. He begins to thrust his finger in and out of you as well as curling it, getting your ready for his large cock. He slowly adds another finger scissoring you open while his thumb plays with your clit. He swallows your moans eagerly as he continues to curl and thrust his finger in and out of your wet pussy until he is sure that your ready for him.

When he is positive your ready he gently pulls away from the kiss, and he gently pulls his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss. While making eye contact he quickly sheds himself of his pants and his cock slaps against his stomach. Your eyes widen slightly at the sight, the small peak you got of him earlier didn't do him justice, you knew he was big but you didn't know he was this big.

He lays against you, once again pinning you between him and the bed. "Are you ready?" He asks softly.

You quickly nod, "yes. Please." You say desperately.

He nods in response before he gently grabbed your thigh, positioning your leg around his waist. He quickly kisses you as he slowly pushes into your wet pussy. You moan into the kiss. He stills when he is all the way in, letting you adjust. After a moment you start trying to move your hips against his and he takes this as a sign to start moving.

He thrusts are slow and deliberate, trying to find that sweet spot that will make you scream his name. Your hands claw at his back, despite for him to go faster.

He complies and picks up his pace slightly, thrusting into you a little rougher than before. With one thrust your eyes widen you moan louder and you hold onto him a little tighter, he knows he found your sweet spot. He quickens his pace even more, making sure to hit that spot with every thrust. You moan wildly, you throw your head back in pleasure. Spike gently grabs your chin and tilts your head back so your looking at him.

"None of that, keep your eyes on me." He says as he continues to fuck you relentlessly.

Spike can tell that your getting close with the way your thighs twitch and your moans get louder and more desperate. He moves his hand down your body to play with your clit, wanting to see you come apart on his cock.

You moan louder as you feel your release coming closer. You desperately make eye contact with Spike, wanting him to tell you to come.

Spike senses your need for him to tell you to cum. "Go ahead. Be a good girl and cum on my cock." His pace picks up impossibly faster, wanting to feel you cum around his cock.

Almost as soon as he gets the words out you cum hard with the cry of his name. Your thighs tighter around his waist and your fingernails leave crescent moon shapes on his back. Not long after you cum he pumps you full of his seed with a groan.

He gives you a moment to catch your breath before he slowly and gently pulls out. His eyes widen as he watched your mixed cum drip from your used pussy. After he is done admiring his work he quickly gets up to grab a cloth to clean you up. He comes back and gently wipes you down before throwing the cloth somewhere in the room. He gently lays down on the bed next to you, taking into account how tired you must be.

"You alrighty love?" He asks softly as he wrap his arms around you, pulling you close to him.

You rest you head against his chest and you nod lazily. "Mhm." You respond with a goofy smile.

"I'm glad." He says running his hand up and down your back in a soothing manner.

The two of you enjoy the quiet moment before you slowly drift off to sleep in his arms.

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

In Disarray and Dazed (Spike x Y/N)

Requested: YES! <3 Thank you! Thank you for the request. I had so much fun writing it. Requested by @wtv-my-current-hyperfixation

TW: Mention of violence and getting hurt.

Word Count: 1k

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A Summer breeze refreshed their skin. The crickets chimed in a frenzy. Another night of hunting, another night of scars and beatings. Your body can't keep up. The cemetery was finally quiet and in peace. You make sure the Scobies are okay before you head out of the cemetery to your house. You eye Spike on your way out, forcing yourself to not limp. You swore that he looked back at you, reading your intent. You didn't want to draw attention to yourself, especially not from Spike. You'd be mortified if he took care of you. You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if he was that caring and vulnerable. Your brain would explode with serotonin and dopamine. You make sure to announce you're leaving before making a quick getaway. 

You barely make it to your house. After a long shower you survey the damage to your body. Carefully, you dab, clean and patch up all your bruises and cuts. You're sore and tired. As you walk over to your room you keep replaying the events that occurred tonight. You worried about everyone's safety but when it came to Spike you worried the most. He could hold up his own, but still... You reminded yourself that he was a vampire with more years of experience than you. You were thankful for his presence and his decision to intervene when you almost got pummeled. Very chivalrous of him. It made you blush.

Feet tired and dragging, you make it to your bed. It’s not long before you fall asleep and disappear into the dreamscape.

Outside cigarette smoke litters the air. Spike stands by a tree close to your window. He is worried for your safety and wellbeing. He made sure that you made it home safe. Obviously, he was careful to not be seen. He longed to take care of you, to make you feel safe. However, this was as far as he dared go. A monster like him didn’t deserve to be happy.

Inside, you tossed and turned in fear. In your dream you were in the woods, running, You didn’t know why, only that you were in danger. You had the vague feeling that you weren’t alone. Spike, he was with you. You searched for him, seeking refuge. If you reached him, everything would be alright. You reach a clearing with no one present. Your heartbeat in your ears. You wait as if destined to be there. In the distance you can hear grunting and fighting but you can’t move. Your feet glued to the floor. Eventually you see Spike being tossed in the air, he lands hard into the clearing. You fear for his life. A demon appears, mangled and mean. Spike scrambles to get away from him, fear in his eyes. You have never seen Spike so afraid. The demon is holding a long wooden stake like a stick. You scream for Spike to watch out but no sound escapes your lips. You are mute and stuck. Your breath is labored and panicked. Spike is unable to get away and before he can get up he is staked and turned into dust. Your eyes widen, tears stream down your face. You’re at a loss and afraid of what will happen to you. You try to force yourself to move as the demon approaches you, a long sword now in his hand. As he swings you wake up, drenched in sweat. Your heartbeat fast and your breath caught in your throat.

You panic. What about Spike? Is he gone? Did this really happen tonight? Your mind is foggy and in disarray. You couldn’t remember if this happened. You jolt out of bed and get dressed. You run out of your house and straight to Spike’s crypt. You needed to make sure he was okay. You needed to be sure that he still lived.

You bust into Spike’s crypt, eyes wild and searching. There he is, sitting in his armchair watching TV. You rush to him and place your hands on either side of his face, making sure it wasn’t a dream. Tears roll down your face as you repeat ‘you’re safe.”

Spike looks at you bewildered and confused. He slowly places his hands on top of yours.

“What’s happenin’, love?’ Spike gets up, still holding your hands to his face.

You rapidly explain your dream between sobs and tears. Spike’s eyes soften, his heart melts. He wishes every moment with you could be like this.

“Mighty worried for an old vampire.” Spike deflects.

You breathe hard, not knowing your next move. Without thinking your mouth moves.

“Spike, I love you too much to lose you.”

You swear that you heard him gasp. He is stunned and stuck. His brain is a mess, and no words will come out. He chooses to do the next logical thing, he kisses you. He pours his desire and feelings in one kiss, hoping that you hear what he is trying to say.

You melt into the kiss and let go of your inhibitions. Your arms wrap around him, and you let yourself be guided by him. You eventually come out for air, making sure to make eye contact as you break the kiss.

Spike is left in awe of his own actions but doesn’t back down. He wraps his arms around you tightly and bring you closer to his body. You take a chance to memorize the feeling of his body.

“Love, I’ve been dying to hear you say those words.”

You smile, appreciative that your feelings are reciprocated.

“Let me stay the night.” You state more than ask.

Spike leans down for another kiss, slower and more passionate. He memorizes your taste, your feel. He wishes that all his years alive were this moving and strong. He forgets himself as he kisses you. He forgets that you need air. You gently pull away, dazed and happy.

“You can stay any night, pet.”

Spike gladly leads you to his bed where you both lie in bliss. No more fear. No more disarray. Only comfort and safety.  He may be a monster, but in your eyes he was a man. Not just any man, your man.