#spike btvs fluff

[ashwhowrites]

Ahhhh I've been so excited since you mentioned Buffy universe, so obviously I NEED to make a request (i have too much ideas, but I'll try to calm down 😅)

I was thinking about human reader x Spike (my love ❤️). Spike is so madly in love with her that scooby gang has fun watching it, but it is kind of adorable even for them.

One day Spike heard about Angel's visit in town and since then he tries to keep reader far from scooby gang and Angel.

He's telling himself he's not scared of losing reader to Angel because their relationship is strong and mature (not like his previous one) but he's insecure that reader could choose broody handsome brunette because of this all good things he's done

And with happy end pretty please

(I'm so happy, somebody wants to write about buffyverse 🎉🎉🎉)

Thank you for your time 💜💜💜

I'm so in love with Spike so I get it!

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. It feels very weird to write about a different character so I hope it feels like Spike. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Ugh, not Angel

"So does this mean Spike gets to help?" Y/N asked with glee. She knew many of her friends didn't enjoy it when her boyfriend was around but at times she didn't care.

"I say we can do it without the blood-sucking vampire," Xander said as he rolled his eyes. Y/N shot him a glare.

"Be nice, Xander," Willow reminded him.

"Even though I hate to say it, we need Spike's help," Buffy said with disappointment.

~

"The man of the hour has arrived!" Spike said as he walked into Buffy's house. Y/N walked in behind him and closed the door. Together they walked to Buffy's couch and took a seat.

Giles and Buffy explained the plan but Spike was far from listening. His girl was tucked under his arm; all he could focus on was her face. He watched as she listened intently, nodding to what she agreed.

"Spike!" Buffy snapped, clapping her hands. The vampire was quick to look over at her with a snarl. "Pay attention!"

"Oh Buffy, don't be jealous," Spike teased giving her a small amount of attention before he went back to Y/N.

"Listen," Y/N warned, nodding her head toward Buffy. He listened to her, as he always did.

"Weren't you like a terrifying vampire before you got pussy whipped?" Xander joked. Buffy smirked at the comment but made sure not to laugh.

"I can still tear your throat out," Spike growled, biting the air. "I'm not pussy whipped. I just happen to worship the ground my darling walks on."

Y/N tried not to blush at Spike's words. His accent always made her heart race.

"Yeah, Xander! Would it kill you to worship me like that?" Anya complained. Xander groaned as he knew a new fight would happen by the time he went home.

"Quiet!" Giles said, gaining everyone's attention.

~~~

Spike was watching TV in his crypt when he heard someone enter. He turned his head and groaned to himself as Buffy walked in.

"Oh great the slayer," he said, clicking off the TV.

"It looks different here," Buffy realized, looking around. There were candles near the bed, which were covered in fuzzy pillows. There were twinkle lights hung up, for once giving the dark crypt some light.

"What do you need?" Spike asked, ignoring her comments.

"Y/N has a nice touch," Buffy smirked. Spike shifted uncomfortably in his chair, but a sense of pride in his cold chest knowing she was displayed in his home.

"Get to the damn point, slayer."

"Angel's back," Buffy sighed.

Spike quickly flew out of his chair, an unsettling feeling in his stomach.

"Why?" Spike growled. Spike and Angel didn't get along too well. Both vampires but Angel was the better one in people's opinion. Spike didn't tend to care about the comparison but Y/N had never met Angel before and he wanted to keep it that way. "Actually I don't even care." He sassed. Buffy watched confused as he ran out.

~

Y/N was painting her toes when Spike let himself into her bedroom. She looked up with a smile as she smelled him.

"Hello, handsome,"

Spike smiled as she went back to focusing on her toes, moving to sit on the hard floor. He didn't say anything as he grabbed the polish from her hands and began to paint her toes.

She smiled as she let him take over. She adored moments like this with him. When he was doing human things with her. She reached down and ran her fingers through his blonde hair, messing up the perfection it always was. He'd bite off anyone's hand if they touched him like that but it was her so he didn't mind.

"I'm glad you stopped by. The gang is having a movie night, would you like to come?"

Spike took his time painting her toes. The truth was, he didn't want her to go. He was worried Angel would show up with his stupid dark hair, charming personality, and a face that apparently many girls liked.

"Spike?" She said as he sat in silence.

"Could we maybe have the night alone together?" He looked up at her and she was taken back from the insecurity in his eyes.

"Sure, baby. Let me give them a call," she said as she ruffled his hair.

~~~

Spike did his best to keep her away from Angel and tried to keep it secretive. Spike wasn't sure how long Angel would be around but it had been a week too long. Y/N loved Spike so spending all the time with him wasn't a bad thing, but she was worried.

Spike was always confident and loved being seen by others. Even though Y/N hated it, he enjoyed the looks he got from women. He didn't get along with many of her friends but he never was this distant with them. Y/N worried something was going on and she was left in the dark about it.

The couple sat in silence as they watched Passions, even after a year of being with Spike she didn't see the appeal in the show. It had been a week since she left Spike's side. Anytime she made a comment to leave he went into a panic and begged her to stay. Adding to the worry she was feeling.

"Spike," Y/N said, nudging her boyfriend in the arm. His eyes dashed over to her. "Is there something going on between you and my friends? And I know you love me, but there's a reason why you don't want me to leave your side and I want to know."

"Darling, I have to confess something," Spike sighed.

"If you cheated on me I will have Buffy here to kill your ass in a second," Y/N warned. Her eyes squinting into a glare that sent a shiver down Spike's spine.

"Never!" he exclaimed. "Do you remember the stories of Buffy's ex Angel?"

"A little," Y/N said shrugging.

"He's a vampire and pretty much everyone fell in love with him when he was around. Buffy, Willow, and well Xander hated him like he does me, but they saw something good in him. It didn't matter how well-behaved I was, they always picked him for help. Whenever he is around, I'm not needed. I was worried his charm would work on you."

Y/N was in awe of Spike feeling a variety of emotions. She didn't think he felt much other than love and lust.

"You were worried I'd fall for him?" Y/N asked, reaching out to cup Spike's face.

Spike tried to show no emotion, "Not quite what I said. I mean look at me, I am way more of a catch." Y/N laughed at his words, allowing him to feel what he needed.

"Well, if you were saying that I'd make sure to say that I love you. I don't think there is anyone dead or alive that would make me feel the way you do. No one will take me from you." She leaned in and pressed her forehead against his.

He closed his eyes and nudged his nose against hers. Her words sank in and took the weight off his body. He opened his eyes and smiled as she stared at him. He leaned in and pressed a kiss against his lips.

~

With a lot of convincing sex, Y/N got Spike out of his cave. Her hand was in his as they walked into Buffy's house. The gang all said hello and Y/N noticed the new face.

She turned her head as she checked him out, Spike standing taller as he squeezed her hand. She shook her head and turned to Spike, moving to whisper in his ear. "Not even close."

Spike smirked at her words, his confidence taking over. "Well, Angel. I wish I would say nice to see you but it's not."

Angel scoffed but walked over, his eyes landing on the girl next to him. "She's new," Angel smiled. "Prettier than the last one."

Spike stiffened at Angel's words and the mention of Drusilla. The images of her and Angel together in his head were the exact reason he feared for Y/N to see him.

"I'm Y/N, Spike's girlfriend."

Spike smiled at her. Maybe he didn't need to worry about this one.

[evieelyzabethh]

Hey can u do a spike smut

I have another Spike smut fic coming so I'm gonna use this to drop my sfw and nsfw Spike headcannons because fun fact, the buffy brain rot is real and I have over 100 pages of buffy reboot material. anyways...

warning: not proofread

sfw:

Spike purely smokes because he thinks it makes him look cool. I think when it comes to vampires, they either physically cannot feel the effects of drugs or are lightweights. He hates the smell of smoke, hence the duster jacket, and refuses to smoke in his crypt because of the shit ventilation

Speaking of smoking, William was most definitely asthmatic. He had no friends in boys school because too much physical movement sent him wheezing. He did enjoy horseback riding though

He has poetry stashed somewhere, I just know it. Under some slab of rock or rolled in some random alcohol bottle pirate style, it's somewhere.

Spike would love an English major or anyone who has a hobby aligned with creative writing. This doesn't mean he'd automatically show you anything he's written but he'd be more open to the possibility sooner rather than later.

Very picky with what he steals/wears. He will not just put any old rags on. He dressed Drusilla and he is a fashion icon and I stand by that

As for him with a partner, I do think he is the type to fall first and incredibly hard

I think how familiar you are with one another would dictate a lot. If you were a Scooby, I wouldn't say he'd keep his distance, but he wouldn't be super outright with his affection. There'd be some playful banter here and there, dare I say some flirting, and maybe even some gift-giving every now and again. He's like a crow, he'd be the type to drop things on your windowsill just because it reminded him of you

If you two didn't know each other, he'd most definitely be the stalking type. Every time you're walking home from school, there WILL be a dark figure following you around. You're getting harassed by some rando? If you paid attention to the newspaper, you'd see they mysteriously went missing. You can go from eyeing something while window shopping to it magically ending up on your doorstep

Never the one to make the first move. He wouldn't say a word unless he was 100% confident that you liked him back, and even then, there'd be a lot of hesitation

He would love a forward partner. Someone who makes his insecurities melt away and who he doesn't have to worry about them ever getting over him. When he loves, he loves forever. He has all of time to love you and his ideal partner would be someone who wants to spend all of time with him

He is such a romantic!!! I think he would be so into matching couples costumes or just matching outfits in general. Super into domesticity wherever he can get it, decorating a home together, cleaning together, cooking together, doing anything together

Since he can't have a job, I do see him being a house husband. It gives him something to do during the day. Wears a 'kiss the cook' apron and pouts if you don't give him kisses while wearing it. I headcannon that he spent time all over Europe, including France, and had some really good pastries at some cafe that closed like 200 years ago and made it his life's mission to recreate them. The grocery bill is high but it makes him happy

Valentine's Day is his absolute favorite holiday and he makes a big deal of outdoing himself every year. Not in terms of money or extravagance, but meaning. He treats every day as a new one to know more about you. It's not enough to know your favorite color, he needs to know the exact shade, exact hue, and exact context you love it in. He knows your allergies, remembers your favorite outfits, and keeps track of your cleaning habits so he can make everything shiny and new when you forget yourself. He becomes a master of all trades to make you whatever you want exactly how you want it

He does really like Halloween, too. He's a huge fan of the Scream movies. He dislikes when horror movies try too hard. Being so used to gore, blood, and guts, he prefers a funnier, more unserious scary movie

Speaking of blood, he starts out against drinking from you. He used to only do it to kill someone, or at least with the intent to cause harm. He didn't trust himself not to get overwhelmed and hurt you. But I feel like at some point he either gets hurt on patrol or his stash gets low and you both forgot to restock and he has to. It was a very close call, and he couldn't bring himself to even look at you after the fact. He only warms up to it if it's necessary. He avoids it, but there are always slip-ups. He has bitten you during sex a few times when he got a bit too into it. He says he refuses to do it unless it's for your pleasure

He is so obsessed with you, if you couldn't tell. You're his favorite person, favorite scent, favorite taste. Not to be slightly yandere on main, but he would kill for you and kill himself if he wasn't enough for you. Never leave you. Never hurt you. Spike would never.

nsfw:

He is neither an ass or tits guy, he's just a 'you' guy. Absolutely everything about you gets him going. You think it's funny at first until you're trying to eat a bowl of spaghetti and he's staring at you, hard. It's not his fault the stray sauce around your lips looked like blood and vampire you is a very hot concept to him

You guys have to own a house. The noise complaints would be too much and you'd get evicted. I do see him as more of a groaner than a moaner, but sometimes it's just too much and it's both. Sometimes it's just one hand gripping the pillow your head is resting on, the other on the headboard, and his head in the crook of your neck practically whimpering as you milk his cock

You also have a tendency to get pretty loud, and as much as he loves your voice, his super vampire hearing can't take it sometimes :(

Doesn't really matter the position, but it's hard and he's so big. You can feel him in your damn ribs and it's choking you up. You don't even realize how loud you are. It's not until you hear his raspy voice in your ear. "I know, love, I know. It's a lot, but I need you to be a bit quieter. You're hurting me." And you pout a bit and try to mumble apologies that just sound like gibberish. You try, futilely, but surely he must understand that you can't help it. Not when it's this good. He whispers again, rubs where your belly bulges from his dick, but it doesn't seem to work. He eventually flips you over to shove your head in the pillows and you were far too out of it to complain. You like it a bit rough anyway.

As mentioned previously, he is a biter. He can't help it, it's instinct honestly. Its not like you mind, you clench even harder when he does. The sudden smell of iron is drowned out by the stench of sex and sweat, and the piercing feel of his fangs into your neck only stings for a bit. He makes up for it by licking up whatever spills <3 Being with a vampire was always going to be at least a little painful

He likes his hair pulled. You're fingers in his hair in general is heaven on earth, but being pulled around a bit is nice

Has a thing for tearing your clothes off. He really does like being a vampire, feeling big and strong in a way he was never able to when he was human. There is a feral piece of him, maybe its the demon inside him or it was always present, but seeing your clothes in pieces after the fact just scratches the itch in his brain

Speaking of brain, enjoys giving and receiving head equally. Being absolutely obsessed with you, and very secretly obsessed with the taste of your blood, he could die happily with your cum on his lips. Between your legs is his favorite place for real. As for receiving, it's his favorite way of shutting you up in any scenario.

Bruises. Everywhere. Hickeys. Everywhere. He's possessive but not exactly an exhibitionist, they end up along your collarbones and your thighs. Places where they can easily be hidden or revealed

Plays old music because he's old. He refuses to use modern technology because he likes his old as dirt aesthetic but definitely plays sexy orchestral music. I simply do not believe him to be an RnB kinda guy

He likes seeing you in his clothes after!! Going back to the whole love for domesticity thing, it just feels right. He's, shockingly, not always a horny fuck in the morning. Sometimes it feels more right to just look at you, the pretty after sex glow on your face, your messy hair, your cheeks pressed into the pillow. If you get up before him and put on what he had on the night before, it just completes the picture.

When he is a horny fuck in the morning, it's still just as soft and slow as the non-sexual mornings. He likes to be the big spoon simply because it's easier to slide his dick between your thighs and hold your tits at the same time

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Finding Peace Pt.9: Home (Spike x Y/N)

Requested: No. Part 9 of the Multi Fic.

Summary: A house is not a home if the right people don't live in it. Sacrifices may have rewards but they also have consequences.

TW: None

Word count: 2.3k

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The night air was crisp. The walk from the school to your house was tranquil. The sounds of the night filling the silence between you and Spike. You made sure to hold his hand as you walked. As if he had forgotten his way back to your house. The breeze played with your hair filling the space with your scent. Spike took deep breaths committing every note to memory.

"Home sweet home." You say as you open the door to your house.

Spike walks in, confused and lost.

You watch him attentively. You take in his figure, the slope of his jaw, the new light in his eyes.

"You remember my house, right?" You ask, concerned.

He nods. He hasn't spoken a word since you left the school. You worry but choose not to bring up his odd behavior. Maybe he needed some food, some rest and some space. All things you could provide.

"You can stay on my pull out couch. Are you hungry?" You work on the bed to make it more comfortable for him.

"Yes." He says absentmindedly.

You clear your throat to get his attention. He shifts his gaze onto you, sitting on the pull-out bed, inviting him with your eyes.

"Organic or animal?" You ask.

"Organic?" He questions.

You point to your neck. "I trust you."

His face contorts, his stomach hurts, he's at odds with himself. He desires to touch you but not like this. This is too much. He fights the urge to run. Here is where he belongs. Here is safe.

"Animal, please." He says gruffly.

You frown slightly but oblige. You wanted closeness but this was definitely not the way to get it. Was he still putting distance between you two? Would he rather be with Buffy?

You bring him a tall glass with animal blood in it. He takes the glass, hands shaking. You hold his hands as he holds the glass. Helping him steady his hold. You both look up and make eye contact. You give him a small smile. Spike fights the urge to run, again. He doesn't deserve your care. He's a monster. He's done so much, yet, he stays.

You walk away to give him space. You walk into your room to find spare clothes that you had from a previous fling.

You walk back to Spike and offer him the clothes, "You need a shower. It'll make you feel better. This is all I have. We can get more of your clothes tomorrow from the crypt."

He mirrors your earlier gesture and places his hands on yours. He needs your warmth. Your reassurance. You smile again as you make eye contact.

He mindlessly trails into the bathroom. You can hear the shower turn on. You sit on the pull-out bed waiting for him.

Spike walks out, jeans on and no shirt. You forget to breathe. Chiseled muscles outline his pecks and stomach. A figure made of marble.

"You're all set for bed." You sound much more chipper than you intended to. You'd be lying if you said that you didn't miss having Spike in your home.

He nods. He walks up to you as you get up. You stand in front of each other awkwardly. He closes the space between you by hugging you. You're taken aback by his sudden movement. Slowly, you return the hug, taking in all that he has to offer. He holds you for dear life. His life line. The reason why he made the choice he made. You remind yourself to breathe, to take him in. You remind yourself that this is as far as you can have him, and you choose to not dwell in your own sadness.

Spike holds you for what seems like an eternity. His body lovingly pressed against yours. Chest to chest. Hip to hip. He slowly lets go but stays close. His face inches from yours. You fight the urge to kiss him. To finally give into your desire.

"Thank you." He says and then lets go.

You stand there a hot mess. "You're we-welcome." You stammer still taken aback by his gesture.

This version of Spike was so new to you. So gentle and fragile. What happened to him? Where did he go and what did they do to him?

You slowly walk out of the living room into your room. You quickly change into your pajamas and lay in bed. Sleep doesn't take hold until the early hours of the morning. Tossing and turning wondering if he even wanted to be here.

The next morning is full of songs from birds. The sun is warm and welcoming. You jolt up remembering Spike can't be near the sun and you couldn’t remember if you closed the blinds. You run to your living room to see Spike dead asleep. The curtains are closed. A sigh of relief.

You watch him sleep. He looks so innocent, so tranquil, so handsome. You feel tempted to touch him, and you give in.

You crouch down by his face. You slowly ghost your fingers over his cheekbones, and his jaw, committing this side of him to memory. You watch over him, lovingly.

"Lose some' in', pet?" He says with his eyes still closed.

A blush paints over your cheeks and you giggle. "I was just admiring the view."

He opens his eyes and meets your probing gaze. He slowly, deliberately, smiles up at you.

"Careful, you might fall in love." He teased.

Your heart skipped a beat. If only he knew.

You sigh, "it's a risk I’m willing to take." You say playfully.

You stand to walk away as Spike's hand wraps around your wrist. You gasp.

"Sit." He says and pats the mattress space next to him.

You smile and sit by his side. You enjoy this side of Spike. Domestic. Calm. Sweet.

"Wha' are our plans for today, love?"

"Whatever you want. I don't have to patrol until night fall."

He bites his lower lip, thinking. He wants to spend time with you but doesn't know if you'll want to spend time with him. He has so much doubt. He doesn't remember being this person. There's so much fear, and so much confusion.

"Stay with me?" He whispers.

You smile wholeheartedly. "That's the plan."

He sighs in relief. He sits up, hair a mess, torso naked. You take him in, hoping this is your new normal.

You both agree to eat breakfast and watch tv. The rest of the day is spent in front of the tv. A safe topic. No questions about where he went and what he did. Just domestic bliss. Comfort at its finest. You reminded yourself to give him space. To let him land before his next big jump. He enjoyed being present with you. To be seen and not just perceived.

The sun sets. The night takes on a life of its own. A soft breeze caresses the trees and homes. You start getting ready to patrol.

"I'll be back in a few." You call out to Spike who was in the kitchen.

"You sure as hell ain' goin' without me." He shows up at your room's doorway.

You're taken aback by his response. "You need to rest. I've got this."

He rolls his eyes at you, "I'm goin’."

You decide it’s best to not argue with him. You both make it out your house down to the cemetery. You both sit around waiting for trouble, but nothing comes your way.

"Bloody slayer, doin' her job." He mutters.

You laugh. "That's a good thing." You get up and dust off your pants. "Let's call it quits. We've been out here for hours."

He agrees. You walk together back to your house. You and Spike walk back in silence. Your new normal. You crave to ask him all of the things, to know everything but you opt for comfortable silence.

"Did you receive my note?" He asks, breaking the silence.

You look up, startled. "Yes." You whisper.

Silence.

He stops. You stop with him. You turn to him finding his blue eyes with yours.

"Did you wait for me?"

"Everyday."

He walks closer to you. He places his left hand on your left cheek, reminding himself of how you feel. You close your eyes; it feels like home.

Rumbling can be heard close by. It interrupts your moment as you notice two rogue vampires running up to you and Spike.

Spike wastes no time launching at them. You hesitate before you attack the vampires, helping Spike. Spike is aggressive and focused. He disposes of vampire #1 easily. You on the other hand were struggling with vampire #2. You look at Spike for help. Spike doesn't hesitate and jumps in, and easily disposes of the second vampire.

"What happened?" Spike asks.

"Did you forgef? I can't kill vampires." You say sheepishly.

Spike is dumbfounded. How could've he had forgotten?

"I'm sorry, pet. Can you explain it again?"

"So, I got cursed because I killed the lover of a powerful witch. The lover of the witch was, you guessed it, a vampire. So now I have to live forever but can't kill vampires. So, I'm doomed to walk the earth with my enemy, for eternity." You say rapidly and take a very deep breath when you're done.

Spike stands there dumbfounded. Why is there so much lore to you? Then it occurred to him that you had never tried to kill him.... because you can't. Here he thought it was because you didn't hate him like all the rest. He makes a mental note to further process this new situation at a later date.

He sighs. "Let's just go home." He reaches for your hand.

You were confused at what he meant by 'home', until he started guiding you back to your house. It warmed your heart that he would call your small and humble house his home.

Once you reach your house you take turns showering to get ready for bed.

"Thank you, for helping me, and not judging my less than slayer limitations." You say as you turn off the light to the living room where Spike was getting ready to go to bed.

In blinding speed Spike pulls you into his lap as he sits on the bed. Your back is against his chest. His arms around your mid-section. His head tucked between your neck.

"You’re perfect." He whispers against your skin.

You take a deep breath. You revel in his touch. You place your hands on top of his. You wonder how close can you fly towards the sun before you get burnt.

You turn to him, adjusting yourself on his lap. He sucks in a sharp breath at the friction of your movements. You place your left hand on his cheek while holding eye contact. He leans his face into your touch and closes his eyes.

"Where did you go?" You ask.

Spike sighs, eyes still closed. "To find my light."

"And?"

"It burns inside me." He opens his eyes to meet your gaze.

You furrow your eyebrows, confused. You note the change in his eyes. The transformation of his demeanor. Something happened but you didn't know what. You were too afraid for a clarification on what he meant.

"It's best if you rest." You say.

You feel his hold tighten. He shifts his lap under you. An invitation? You can't. Not now.

"I'll see you when you wake up." You lean in and kiss his nose.

He basks in your affection, hungry for more. He reluctantly lets you go. You step away from his embrace and exit the room.

Sleep doesn't come easy to you. As you lay in your bed you wonder what he meant about finding his light. You felt foolish wondering if it was about Buffy. The thought of him still pining over her made you jealous, unsettled, sad. You struggle to find rest. Suddenly, you hear loud yelling coming from the living room. Spike.

You quickly enter the living room to find him tossing and turning in his sleep. You intervene and wake him up. He wakes up mid scream. You hold him as he gasps for air. You soothe him by running your hand down his back. He holds onto you for dear life.

"Breathe." You encourage him.

His breath is shallow and labored. As if he'd been fighting in his sleep. He starts regaining control over himself.

"What happened?"

Spike doesn't answer. He is disheveled and wild eyed. You continue to soothe him until he is able to speak.

"Can I stay with you?" He asks, almost pleading. The equivalent of a child asking for guidance. "Just for tonight?"

You nod and grab his hand. You guide him to your room, making sure he is settled on one side of the bed before you get in with him.

You lay there with him. No movement is made for awhile. You explore this change in atmosphere.

"Do you want me to hold you?" You venture.

Silence.

"No."

Silence.

"Can I hold you?" He asks craving to have you near. To make sure you're real.

You inch your body closer to him. You lay your head on his chest as he snakes an arm around you.

You take in the scent of his naked skin, the lack of a heartbeat, the care in which he holds you.

"Spike" you hesitate.

Silence

"What did you really get?"

"What you told me I needed." He spoke, groggily as he fell asleep.

You laid there still at a loss. Your brain was a jumble of answers. You take in the moment because you didn't know how long it would last. As you drift into sleep it hits you... a soul. He went and got a soul.

Spike made the choice that he believed would serve him the best. He knew that he could never be whole as he was. He could crave but never have what he wanted the most. Sacrifices needed to be made. However, he never factored in the torment his choice would bring for him. He simply saw the light at the end of the tunnel and hoped that you would be waiting for him at the end of it.

[spuffybaby]

Time to Heal - Chapter 13

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Buffy was desperate for a shower, her training session having taken as much of a toll on her as it had on her students. Nonetheless, she was proud of the whole group she'd just taught, every single one of them having done incredibly well, exceeded her expectations. Though she was tired and looked forward to sleeping, she was looking forward more to spending time with Spike, him having said he would take her out after the training, to show her the city as she still had not really seen any of London.

She made her way down the corridor, heard his voice as he was just finishing up with his own group and she stayed unnoticed by the door, leaning back against the wall though could not help her curiosity for his teaching. He'd told her about it, but experiencing it first-hand was different.

“You're like a super-vampire.”

Buffy recognised Bree's voice, one of the girls from their table that first morning. She was a great fighter.

Spike laughed. “Just had a lot of practice, that's all,” he said. “Don't come close to anything you girls are going to be capable of.”

She smiled to herself, knew he was being modest as he held back for most of the fighting practice with the Slayers. Slowly, the girls started coming out of the room, those that noticed Buffy giving her a smile, a wave, a curious look. She waited for Bree to pass, but heard her voice again inside instead, though closer to the door now.

“Are you doing anything now? I was going to head out to the pub, if you want to come.”

He cleared his throat. “I'm actually taking Buffy out.”

Bree was quiet for a moment and Buffy felt strange listening for a moment. There was no jealousy, she knew how Spike felt about her and yet, someone else perceiving him the way she did, it did something to her.

“Oh, don't worry,” she said quickly. “I... uh... actually... no, nevermind.”

“What is it?” Spike asked. “Maybe another time.”

“I'm not sure,” Bree said shakily, but laughed it off. “Some of the girls have just been talking, so... well, are you and Buffy...”

He didn't speak for a moment, but must have indicated some kind of confirmation.

“Right...” Bree laughed nervously again. “Well, pretend I never asked then,” she added.

Buffy considered waiting in their room. Even though she hadn't meant to listen and just wait for him, she felt she was invading somehow.

“Oh. Um. S'alright,” Spike assured Bree as he understood. “Takes balls. Can I just-... do you mind not telling the others? I'm not sure Buffy wants everyone to know...”

“That you two are fucking? No worries, I won't announce it to the group.”

“Fuc-... I mean, but... we're also... well, it's more than that.”

“Oh, right.” He inhaled audibly. “Well, I can't blame her. Or you. She's amazing.”

Spike chuckled. “She is.”

“Well, your secret's safe with me. And thank you for being cool. Just do me a favour and don't treat me any different now.”

“I won't.”

“We're cool?”

“We're cool.”

Buffy smiled to herself, taking a step back just as Bree exited the room, giving her a smile and not seeming to think she'd waited and spied on her.

When she entered the room, however, Spike could tell instantly from the look on her face. She could see it on his.

“You heard that, did you?” he asked quietly.

She tilted her head to the side, inquisitive, but it drew his full attention to her bare neck, her skin glistening, making the fading marks of his fangs much more apparent. Simply the memory of the pure ecstasy he'd felt made his head spin and it took everything he had to focus.

“You think she'll tell everyone?”

He swallowed. “I'm sorry, pet.”

Her eyes widened. “What? No, don't be. I don't mind them knowing, I just think they'll have questions we might not want to answer. Might help with them not asking you out though.”

“Well...” The corner of his mouth twitched.

“You didn't even realise that's what she was doing, did you?”

“Not right off the bat, no,” he admitted. “Hang on a minute.” He raised his eyebrows. “Darling, are you jealous?”

Her lips curled into a smile. “Not like that,” she said, taking a step towards him.

He hummed. “Like what?”

She rolled her eyes. “Like, you're mine. But I trust you. And I don't mind them knowing that I have you.”

“Want to show me off, do you?” he teased, though cut off when she took a hold of the material of his T-shirt and pulled him down by the collar to kiss him, a low moan coming from him as he moved her lips with his, though surrendering to her control helplessly. He could tell she was still fired up from her own training, her blood pumping fast, her movement still slightly Slayer-esque and she only broke away when she heard steps and soon, voices, coming down the hall.

While Spike went to get some blood, Buffy took a shower back in their room, then tried to put an outfit together that was appropriate for a chill air she had mostly felt coming from the window, though inappropriate enough for Spike taking her out. Ultimately, she settled for pair of jeans that was mostly tight but flared out at her ankles. A pair of boots, a silky black turtleneck sweater and a big furry coat.

She stepped out just as Spike made it to the other side of the door.

“Well, fuck me.”

Buffy laughed. “Later.”

Spike flashed her a grin, wiggling his eyebrows. “Counting on it. I'll be two minutes.”

He was a few more, but stepped out with his hair still slightly damp, a pair of dark blue jeans, his black boots, a dark grey jumper and his leather coat. He smelled lovely. “You look handsome, Big Bad.”

“You look stunning, my love.”

She grinned back at him and took his arm, following him down the hall and out into the night, staying close to his side, her head leaned against his arm.

He took a deep inhale through his nose as they stepped out the door and looked around.

“You've not been in a while?”

Spike shook his head. “No, but I reckon I still know the best pub,” he told her. “Get something bloody great to eat as well.”

She was curious, intrigued by him leading the way, she suspected this would tell her much more than simply asking him questions about where he came from. “Has it changed much? I mean, obviously, it's changed, but... what do you think?”

“Since I grew up here?” he asked, looking at her from the side, the heels of her boots clicking on the pavement.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “How does it feel?”

He was surprised by her question, had to take a moment. He realised that not only had it been a while since he'd been in London, it was also the first time back home since getting back his soul.

“Spike?”

He cleared his throat. “Sorry, pet,” he said quickly. “I just... well, I feel different, for the first time I'm really back here the same way I was when I grew up here. Like, my soul.”

She watched him closely. “Oh, right,” she said. “Does it feel like... coming home?”

He pursed his lips. “I... yeah.” He swallowed. “I've brought... William home.”

“Y-You...” She stopped herself. Though she had known two vampires, loved two vampires, that had regained their souls, she felt it had confused her more than it had taught her about the matter. While Angelus had always seemed to have been quite the opposite to Angel, Spike's – at the lack of a better word – soul had not made as impactful of a difference. Spike had loved her, cared for her and Dawn and even her friends without his soul. The Spike she knew and what she knew of William had never seemed like opposites. And the more he let her in now, the more it seemed William had been there all along. What she'd learned about vampires from the beginning was that a demon replaced the human and the soul, which implied that the soul returning exiled the demon from the human body and it had always seemed that way with Angel. Spike, however, had not been replaced by William, nor did it seem like the demon had ever fully been able to get rid of William.

“Buffy?”

“I'm listening,” she told him.

“No, I didn't say anything, you just... went quiet. What's on your mind?”

He was leading her down into an underground station, clearly having determined it was too far to walk to where he wanted to take her. “It's hard to put into words,” she said. She had no idea how he felt talking about it, despite him having told her she could ask him anything.

He smiled. “I'm listening, pet.”

She tilted her head to look back up at him. “I'm worried about upsetting you,” she told him honestly.

He raised his eyebrows. “Hey, I'm okay. I'm sure it's fine.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, taking a deep breath. She followed him further into the station until they were stood on the platform, waiting for the next train.

“I promise, princess.”

She pressed her lips together, sticking close to his side, now avoiding his eyeline, instead resting her cheek against the cool leather of his sleeve. “I never quite understood how it works, with the demon and the soul and all when becoming a vampire,” she said. “I thought I did, but it seems more complicated.”

“How d'you mean?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head which made her hold on to his arm tighter.

“You say you've brought William home,” she mumbled. “You have your soul and I always thought that meant you'd become who you were before you were turned, plus fangs.”

Spike chuckled at her choice of words, though waited for her to continue.

“But you didn't change that drastically when you came back with your soul. You didn't just bring back a stranger to my house that hasn't lived since the late 19th century. You're Spike. My Spike.” She paused. “Right?”

He could hear the doubt in her voice, the fear that he had brought a stranger back to be with her in his place, that the man she loved was not who she thought he was. “Look at me.”

She did as he asked, loosening her grip on his arm and drawing back to focus on his face, the look in his eyes instantly calming her, gentle, reassuring.

“To be honest, I never fully understood how it worked. But I can tell you how it was for me. The moment I was changed, I felt liberated. And I don't know if it were the human memories, but I was William, without a soul, but still the same man, I cared about my mother, I wrote poetry and I loved so strongly, as I told you, stronger even than before. I felt freed to do what William had done. Not commit violence, but to break from the restrictions of society. When I went to get my soul back, the process was agony, though nothing compared to having to process what I'd done without it. It destroyed me, drove me mad. But I was already good, I'd tried to be at least, for you. But I knew when I tried to... force myself on you... that I couldn't truly be good in the way you deserved. Not without a soul. I don't think I brought back William, I brought back the true humanity in me that he had, that separates soulless vampires from anyone with a soul.”

She nodded, hung on to his every word, jumping when she heard the train approaching, the light becoming brighter from the tunnel and they waited for people to come out onto the platform before Spike led her to board the train, looking around and sliding into the only seat at the far end of the row, before she could protest pulling her swiftly into his lap.

Buffy squealed, almost embarrassed at her reaction, though then felt him bury his face against her neck, his lips pressed to the skin just behind her ear and she realised there was nothing to be worried about. No one knew her on this train, she looked good, made up for their date, the man in whose lap she sat irresistible – to everyone around her, and the feeling sank in even for herself, she was a normal girl, they were like any other couple, out for a date, in love and unable to keep their hands off each other even in public.

Slowly, she relaxed, into the touch of his hands on her, the feeling of his lips. “What're you doing?” she whispered, moving her hand to intertwine her fingers with his, resting on her thigh.

“Feeling so bloody lucky, love,” he mumbled.

She couldn't see his face, but she knew his eyes were closed, his expression soft, at peace, but the depth of his voice was dangerous, made her skin tingle. She had a way with words, with his tone, but right now, she wasn't entirely sure he was aware of it. “What would William think about this?”

His low chuckle was close to her ear. “Fuck, love, he wouldn't know what to do with you.”

Buffy tipped her head back, just enough to be able to look at him, his arm tightened around her. “How so?” she asked, blinking back at him. If it was as he said, she was even more eager to find out about his past, his human past, how William wasn't gone, how he was a part of her Spike.

“Would cum right in his pants just from you sat like that.”

Her face flushed, though no one around them seemed to pay much attention to them, his voice only audible to her. “Spike-”

“He'd be in awe of you, love,” he added, not letting her doubt him. “Even more than I am now.”

She felt his lips against her skin as he spoke, nuzzled into her neck again, making her head spin.

“I don't think he could handle you.”

Despite his words, he knew that he had her at his mercy, knew exactly how little it would take to have her weak for him, but there were too many people, their stop was approaching, but when it did, it was him that needed a moment to compose himself with how she rocked into his lap when the train came to a halt and he stuck close to her when he indicated for her to get up and she led the way onto the platform, turning around to him for directions only for her back to collide with the wall, his lips on hers, eager, all-consuming and she melted, the touch of his hand on her ass hidden, her fingers clutching his jacket to keep him close.

She revelled in the feeling, the intensity, the shameless devotion, a large smile plastered across her face when he drew back, took her hand, looked up at her as they stood on the escalator, her one step above him, her fingers brushing through his hair.

“You happy, pet?”

She pressed her lips together, nodding. “Very.”

“Yeah?”

Buffy sighed. “I feel like a normal girl.”

He beamed back at her. He knew it was what she wanted, that the now shared responsibility of Slayer duties was the main reason that had made this possible, but there was also her unapologetic way of doing what she wanted now and hell, he couldn't get enough of it. And if he could help, he would do anything he possibly could.

They exited the station and back in the street, he saw the pub he'd been headed for across the street. “It's still there,” he said, squeezing her hand as they crossed to the other side, his free hand pushing the door open and letting her go ahead before following.

“Sit down, love, and I'll get us some drinks,” he told her, nodding towards a table further in the back.

“And you promised food?”

“Trust me to order for you?”

She pretended to think for a moment, then nodded. “Mm.” She got on her tiptoes, pecked his lips, then strode to the table he'd indicated, shuffling out of her coat before she sat.

He watched her go, missed her even for the moment, the feeling of her lips lingering on his, making him crave her more.

Buffy watched as he walked up the bar, then let her eyes wander to take in the space. It was every bit what she expected, resembled the Bronze in the ways that she knew were the few things Spike had appreciated about it. There was a pool table further in the back, drinks lining the walls behind the bar and it smelled of whisky and smoke, but she figured the main reason he liked the place was the vintage looking photos on the wall, mainly musicians, old Hollywood actors. But most of all, the music that was playing, currently, The Ramones, if she wasn't mistaken. All of it screamed Spike and though it would not have been her date destination of choice, she would not have had it any other way, loved the confidence he radiated when he was fully comfortable, the strut as he approached, the way he nodded his head to the tune, glasses in hand, it was all she had been desperate to see, especially after having dragged him here to work with the Council.

“What's this?” she asked as a tall glass was placed in front of her.

“Strawberry and lime cider, princess,” he said. “Trust me, you'll like it.”

Buffy couldn't deny that it sounded nice, she did trust him, raising her glass and looking up at him.

He smirked, picking up his own pint and letting their glasses meet in the middle, his eyes locked on hers. “Cheers, love.”

She smiled back at him, taking a curious sip, despite having believed him pleasantly surprised. She hummed, instantly taking a second sip, beaming back at him. “This is good.”

He pursed his lips, wiggling his eyebrows knowingly. “I know what you like, baby.”

She rolled her eyes, though brought her leg to touch his under the table, leaning back in her seat. “I can see why you like it here,” she said. “It's very you.”

“I used to come here a lot. In the 70s.”

Buffy nodded.

“We're not that far from where I used to live either. Before I turned, I mean. Nothing looks the same, of course,” he added.

“Nothing?”

“Well, once I saw there was a bit of green, it's not a park anymore where it used to be. Where I used to come and write.”

“Poetry?” she asked.

Spike nodded, taking another sip from his beer. “Well, yeah.”

“Do you still...”

He raised an eyebrow. “Write poetry?” He knew what she meant, but he needed the moment to consider what to say carefully.

She nodded again, waiting patiently, placing her elbows on the table, her face in her palms.

Her full attention was on him, she hung on to his every word. It could be terrifying. “Sometimes.” He cleared his throat. “No, I mean-” He cut himself off. “I do. All the time.” There was no reason to lie to her. “Who am I kidding?” He lowered his gaze, huffing out a laugh as he shook his head at himself. “I write all the time. All about you, love.”

“Really?”

Her voice was soft and he found himself reaching for her hand over the table, her eyes focused on his when he dared to look up at her face again. “Fuck, really.” He swallowed. “Of course.” He knew what was coming.

“Will you read me some later?”

Her eyes were wide, the look on her face innocent and curious and everything in him screamed, as it always had, to never show anybody anything he wrote ever again. But she wasn't anybody. And how could he possibly deny her anything? When he said he'd do anything for her, he meant it, when he told her he was hers entirely, there were no exceptions.

“If you want,” he whispered, the look in his eyes as soft as the tone in his voice. “Buffy, anything you want.”

[spangel-fanwork-marathon]

It’s time for another wonderful Spangel (or Spangelus, etc.) fanfiction recommendation that we think is worth your attention. Today’s rec comes from @leatafandom and is a delectable blend of angst and fluff.

Today's rec:

Title: All Souls' Day ~ A Different Perspective

Author: @idabbleincrazy Gabriel_Is_My_Guardian_Angel89 (Ao3) 

Rating: Teen

Warnings: M/M, pot-NFA, Fluff, Minor Angst

Pairing: Angel/Spike 

Characters: Angel, Spike

Summary: Angel watches Spike make Soul Cakes and offers some comfort.

Why we love it (From Leata): I adore this story. I am a sucker for the relationship Spike had with his mother, and this fic just does so well at showing the guilt he felt once he had his soul regarding it. This story shows such a rare moment of gentleness between them, and we get to see that shared past shine through.

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[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will...

Attempting to make the most of your stay with your family friends despite the tension that is still lingering after 70 odd years.

This is the *Fluffy* Part 2 an obscenely long time after the other two parts, Fair warning although it gets quite cute, the beginning is a little angsty cause like Ambrose was a dick and needs to apologise so ya know...

P1 -- Angsty p2 

WC: 1.9k

You gathered yourself, walking down the hall before striking your knuckles twice on his door. You were met with silence, yet just as you raised your clenched fist to knock again you heard from behind you;

“Hi”

"Ambrose..."

His name was simply all you could manage, the determination from mere seconds before had dripped away and settled in the grooves of the floor. Turning to meet his eyes, you allowed your arms to drop as dead weight to hang by your sides, every ounce of you tired from the hours of anticipation and dread.

The extended silence that hung in the air between the two of you felt unending, your eyes had all but glazed over in your trance. The sound of his footfalls was what alerted you mere milliseconds before you were crushed in his embrace, his head rested atop your own, tucking you into himself. There was no space, no air between the two of you, it was admittedly a not unwelcome change but it was cast in the shadows of the discussions that had to follow it.

The exhale that tumbled from his lungs turned into hurried kisses along the crown of your head, the small acts of affection wrought a funny familiarity, It had been almost a century since you conceded to yourself that you would never feel it again, and decades since you last allowed yourself to remember it. His embrace still felt the same, hauntingly, jarringly so, as if it was someone else's distant memory not your own that you were experiencing.

Despite the strange looming feelings the interaction was nothing near short, you clung to each other, fisting the clothes beneath splayed hands for near half an hour.

Pulling back you met his eyes, "It's been a while ey?" eyes falling over his form; "How has it been, being trapped inside?" he simply rolled his eyes as his hands sat on your hips, the warmth of his skin calming in the crisp autumn air, not to mention the scent that remained the same despite the decades that have passed. The smell is every memory, every adventure and experience you had shared, every whispered secret and playful scheme.

"Heaven how I missed you!" He gripped your sides tighter as he pulled you closer once again and spun the pair of you on the spot in the snug hallway. A sound, a mix of a quaint giggle and absurd snort erupted from your stomach at the shock of the movement. "Me too 'Ro. Can't say I expected such a warm welcome though..." you allowed your sentence to hang between the pair of you unfinished, knowing he was the only one who could answer the question you didn't ask. Gingerly, he placed you down on your own two feet, keeping one hand on your waist, he assured you were standing steady before he retreated his hand to rub the back of his neck.

His tone was sheepish as he started up again but his eyes never left yours, "I am so sorry, for... everything; for not listening to you or my aunties, for saying such harsh and untrue things to you. It was all lies and bullshit to make myself feel better about my idiotic decisions. I think I knew, back then, how stupid it was I-I just didn't want to admit I was wrong, that I could fall for such a imbecilic scheme." he ran a shaky hand down the length of his face. "I know how horrible the things I said to you were, and I can't imagine how hurt you must have been. I hate that I was so detestable while you were simply trying to help me and the things you were saying- I feel like I didn't even really hear them until you had left. please just know I am trying better these days, to listen to those around me, the people I care about..."

By the conclusion of his apology his posture had shrunken, his shoulders curling over. No matter ow appreciative of his apology you may have been seeing Ambrose shrinking in on himself was not something you could bare to watch so you moved silently to mirror his prior embrace, tucking his head into your chest. "Its okay Ro, I mean I was quite judgy. I could have bee-" he tugged himself away from you carefully before cupping your face in his hands. "No, please. There is nothing that you did, there was no part of this that was your fault and I cannot bare to think of you blaming yourself." His voice was hurried as he rushed through the words, but as he neared the end his voice changed, diminished into a tired whisper "So please, please just... don't." the final word was punctuated with a long kiss to your forehead, a tradition that was missed in the many years that had passed.

"Okay Ro, I won't, and thank you, truly, for your apology." You pull his head downwards so that his forehead rests on your own. "But now, please don't stress okay? We've lost enough time as it is" a sniffled hum did not satisfy as you pulled back, lifting his chin to force his eyes to meet your own as you raised a brow... "Seriously, Ambrose, let us not waste any more time. I forgive you, you daft idiot." Tugging his head down further you placed a kiss of your own to his forehead before stepping back. Clutching his hand in your own you tugged him towards his room eager to catch up on the years in-between.

Crashing onto the all too familiar cushions that lay always strewn across the floor, you struggled to pull your gaze from his form. In spite of spending over seventy years apart every spot and feature of his room remained the same, the only notable change lay in his presence, even while reclining in his own space he seemed to recede within himself. And yet reiterating your prior reassurance would surely be futile in the way of making him feel any more comfortable so you simply settled on acting as normal as you could manage.

"So... how is the coven fairing? I've heard your cousin is just as much trouble as we were in our day."

"Pssh, she is much worse than we could manage, but her intentions are better than ours were, much less trouble for troubles sake."

"Damn. speaking of trouble who took over after your uncle?" A dramatic and yet genuinely sour look came over his features as he spat out "Faustus Blackwood" as if the name itself was poisonous.

Your brows knitted together as did your lips as you pouted out an "Ew" Considering for a moment your next words were spoken in disbelief "Such a decision is inconceivable, what the what?"

"I agree my dear and yet..." his words trailed off for a moment before his enigmatic grin covered his face as it often did and he continued; "That was, of course, until Auntie Zelda took his position." His chest had puffed out at this point, clearly joyous to share the news. Your face was overtaken itself in a swarm of joy and outrage as you shot up from your seat as if determined to interrogate why Zelda had left that piece of major news out of your earlier conversation, this reaction of course only cause Ambrose's smile to grow impossibly wider.

A playful glare soon latched onto your features as you all but launched yourself into his arms, muttering out all sorts of childish insults in frustration as you pinched his cheeks, ending with a simple jibe of "Way to bury the lead Ro!"

Settling yourself on bringing the topic up later with the other Spellmans present you relented and tangled yourself alongside his limbs as you had done countless times, before you enquired instead as to his excursions after his house arrest had been lifted, at which point you were happily regaled with tales of dates, studies and adventures alongside his trouble-surrounded cousin.

Within what felt like a few moments, night had fallen and with it came the squealing of brakes and the scattering of gravel. Releasing a chuckle, you rose to your feet, lazily tugging Ambrose from the cushions and to your side as you started towards the foyer.

Only releasing his hand as you reached to tug open the door, glancing past the towering figure to the haphazardly parked car out front, you simply scoffed and cocked your head to the side. now looking up at the man if front of you as if confused by his lack of movement. Rocking back and forth on your heels you raised a mocking brow in his direction before jerking your head backwards into the house, all but inviting him in. Emphasis on the 'all but' as he remained stuck on the other side of the threshold. Sparing a glance to your side, you spotted Ambrose, his brows furrowed and his genuine confusion obvious as he looked between yourself and the blonde at the door.

Yet despite your gaze remaining on Ambrose you caught the briefest mutter of "bloody fuck" from the vamp, and turned your attention to him once again. "Well Spike, how was the casino? Lose all of our money already?"

An offended scoff fell from his lips as he fired back; "Course not love, Don't you trust me? Now come on, let's go inside ey?" drawing your face into a pinched expression you gazed to the sky in another bout of mocking consideration, you leave him hanging for an extended moment, until the sounds of the sisters entering the space drew all of your intention, apart from Ambrose who remained studying Spike who in turn met his gaze with a cocky wink.

It was almost laughable how fast the vampire's cocky and frustrated expression morphed into one of innocence as he greeted the women with flattery and kindness. It was just as you thought, the big softie was capable of not being a dick when it suited him best. Yet as soon as Hilda had invited him inside his smile briefly twisted into yet another one of his cockiest smirks as he shouldered past you.

"So you travel with our little one?"

"Yes, I am glad to say I do. And may I say thank you for lettin' me in. Someone was enjoying keeping me out in the cold."

"Troublesome as ever, I'm truthfully not surprised with all the chaos these two used to get into." Zelda mused as Hilda hummed in agreement;

"Always so cheeky these two"

Sharing a look with the man at your side as you rolled your eyes, you knocked your shoulder with his as you followed the other three from the door. Unsurprisingly Spike was arm in arm, flanked by both of the witches and that was pretty much how it remained from then on for the rest of the night as he regaled the women with adventures and stories of your travels, only pausing on occasion for your input as you lay, head resting on the shoulder of your old friend.

At that moment it felt as if no time had passed at all, and for tonight at least you wanted it to stay that way; complex feelings, bruised egos and ancient scars were an issue for tomorrow.

[singwith-love-at-our-throats]

looking for spuffy fic recs that are mostly just cute fluff pls

[denim-devil]

Do you write for buffy the vampire slayer characters?

Like some of the male characters x male reader? Nobody does and I've been looking!?

And do you write smut? Or fluff?

I do! I mainly write for Spike and Angel, I write both smut and fluff so go ahead and request if you’d like love!

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

A Vampire's Heart Pt. 3: Persistent (Spike x reader)

Summary: Some people just don't know when to quit.

TW: None

Requested: Nope. Just Part 3.

Word count: 1.5k

Chapt 2 | Chapt 4

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Spike believes himself to be suave and romantic. He knew that he could win you over if you would let him. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself as he watched you from behind a tree in your backyard. He glanced at you through the window as you moved from room to room. He wondered what your house smelled like. What your sheets felt like. He just needed an in and he would have it all.

You step out onto your back porch and take in the night air. Cigarette smoke. You groan but think it’s only the neighbors. You wanted clean night air, something to cleanse your anxiety. It had been 5 days since you moved to Sunnydale and you feared that the coven would find you any day now. You needed friends, powerful supportive friends. You had turned away from Buffy and the gang but thought of reconsidering. They might come in handy. If you helped them enough, they might feel compelled to help you out.

Spike took you in from afar. Your distressed look put him in a panic. He can’t stand to see you this way. He can tell you’re worried about the coven but there is nothing he can do. Or better yet, there’s nothing you will let him do. He sees you turn back into the house and leave through your front door. He is hot on your trail, making sure to leave enough space between the two of you. He doesn’t want to be spotted like last time.

You find yourself at The Magic Box. You know the gang is all there talking about demons and baddies. You sigh and go in. As you enter the whole gang turns to perceive you. You walk in sheepishly. They turn back to their books. You clear your throat. They look back at you.

“I want in.” You say.

Buffy gets up and walks towards you. “What’s your game?”

“I scratch your back, you scratch mine.”

Buffy ponders your request, “I’m not the scratching type.”

“And I’m not the helping type but we can help each other out.” You retort.

Buffy is quiet and thinks about it.

“I think you should take her up on her business offer. It sounds fair.” Anya speaks up.

Buffy sighs, “Sure. But make one bad move and you’re on your own.”

“Make sure to apply that to yourself as well.” You say back.

Buffy glares at you before going back to the table with books scattered all over.

You approach the table to scan what the gang is doing. “What demon are you looking for?”

“Tall, gray, pointy ears and yellow eyes.” Buffy answers.

“Vague much? What did he do? Like powers and attacks.” You ask again.

“He had a big hammer. He was slow but very strong. He drooled on himself a lot.”

“Okay… That’s something. Let me see if I can help.” You sit down and start looking through the books.

“Can’t you do with the magics and do a locator spell?” Xander turns to you.

“Nope. Gotta keep the magic to the minimum. Don’t want to be found.”

“What’s the point of having another witch that can’t do magic?” Xander says.

You ignore his comment and continue your search.

“You’re looking for a Morjoran demon. Nasty little buggers. They multiply quickly but are dumb as hell.” Spike steps into the room from the back of the store. The whole gang looks up. You hold in a groan. Is this vampire everywhere? you think.

Buffy stands up, “where can I find them?”

“You trust this vampire?” You ask in disbelief.

“Spike may not be reliable, but he can be helpful. And if he’s lying, he’s dead.” Buffy says without turning to you.

Spike grins but can’t help but feel deflated in your presence. Vampire, again? He has a name. He wants to prove himself to you so bad that he is willing to walk into the sun for you.

“They’re usually in the far south of the city closest to the woods.” Spike answered Buffy.

“Let’s go gang.,” She looks down at you, “Time to prove yourself.”

You nod and walk with the rest of the gang to the said location.

As you walk there Willow and Xander are whispering back and forth.

“What is she going to do, she doesn’t use magics?” Xander asked.

“The same thing you do as a plain human.” Willow defended you.

“You know I can hear you? You’re not very good at whispering.” You walk past them.

You finally reach your location and there is nothing. You’re ready to point out how useless Spike is until he points to a small clearing farther south. As you all step closer you can hear the demons growling and fighting. You all hide in a bush nearby.

“What’s the plan? Willow asks Buffy.

“Spike and I will go in. You three make sure that no demons escape the clearing.” Buffy instructs.

You three look between yourselves sharing the same thought of, how are WE going to do that?’

Before any further clarification can be made, Spike and Buffy run full on towards the demons. Grunts, growls, screams and yells can be heard. You hoped that those sounds meant we were winning. You spot a demon trying to flee and without thinking you get up and start running towards it. You are able to tackle it and you both fall down. After that, you had no clue what to do. The demon regains his composure rather quickly and finds his hammer. You roll on the ground evading the hammer. However, when you finally get up, you have no way to evade it as you tumble to regain your composure. As you believe you’re a goner nothing happens. You open your eyes to see Spike holding the demon back and punching it with all that he’s got. You sigh in relief. Spike makes sure to do the finishing blows.

“Are you okay?” Spike walks towards you.

You nod, out of breath and still shaking. Spike notices you shaking and is quick to rub your arms to keep you grounded. Adrenalin was still coursing through your veins. Spike’s touch was not welcomed but definitely much needed. You look up to see him. Taking him in for the first time. His ocean eyes, deep cut jaw, high cheekbones. He was a sight to see.

“I’m good.” You shake him off. “Thank you. You mumble and walk way.

Spike is ecstatic that he got to touch you. So much so that he ignores your stand offish demeanor that came quickly after he touched you.

“Everyone okay?” Buffy checks in.

You all nod and start your way back to the town. You let them know you’ve had enough excitement for a night and will turn in. As you break off from the group you can tell Spike is following you again. You turn around, as if déjà vu, and call out to Spike.

“Can’t fool you, can I love?” Spike approaches you, full grin on display.

“What do you want Spike?”

“Spike? Not vampire?” he taunts.

“You saved me back there. I wasn’t thinking when I tackled that demon. That earns you me using your name.”

Spike is feeling smug. All it took was to save you from danger. He stared down at you. He liked to savor the sight of you. Your colorful eyes, your lush lips, your soft hair. So many peaks and valleys that he could get lost in.

“Let me walk you home.” He stated, not asked.

“No.” You turn around to leave.

“I wasn’t asking.” He stepped next to you.

You groan but say nothing else.

“A witch that can’t use magics. Must be frustrating.” He tries to start a conversation.

“Sometimes you got to do what you got to do.” You say without looking at him.

“You should talk to Willow. She gave up magic for a bit. If you feel tempted, that is.” Spike tried to be helpful.

You stay quiet. You focus on walking. You knew what he was trying to do, and you weren’t going to give into him.

“Cat got your tongue?” Spike egged you on.

“Why? Just why do you pester me so much?” You stop walking and you turn to face him.

“Cause I can’t get enough of you.” He was sincere and forward.

You stalled in your follow up comment. You’re at a loss for words. You decide to turn and continue walking to you house.

Spike chuckles as he notices the light crimson dusting on your cheeks.

When you finally reach your house, you launch into a sprint and make it to your door before Spike can set a foot onto your property.

“Thank you, bye!” you say as you open and close your door rather quickly.

Spike is all smiles. He can play this game with you. He has time and energy to chase you. He knows he will win. He doesn’t know the path there but he knows he will get there.

That night Spike slept better than the previous nights. Knowing that you were using his name and that he got to tell you a bit about how he feels. It makes him feel powerful. He wanted to feel like this every night. He knew that it would be work but he is willing to slowly chip away at your cold demeanor. Eventually you would be his.

[spuffybaby]

Time to Heal (9)

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(small content warning, lead up to spicy content towards the end)

Buffy turned around over and over to make sure it was just Spike, her and Giles, though kept her voice lowered regardless. “Why is he here?”

Giles took a deep breath. “You mean Angel?”

“'course she does,” Spike muttered. “He's got no business here.”

“He's... well, I know you might not like it, but he has actually been helping the training. Why he kept it from you that you were alive... that's beyond me.”

“He's jealous,” Spike huffed.

“Now, I don't think-”

“He is,” Buffy cut him off. “He was jealous when he came and brought the amulet. Spike spent months without a body and Angel didn't help him contact me. He's a coward.” She realised that while she had told herself that from the first time he'd really left her, she now really meant the words as they left her lips. “He always has been.”

Giles looked from Buffy to Spike. “I'm sorry, I had no idea.”

Buffy swallowed hard. “I don't want to train with him. I don't want to be near him,” she said. “I thought he cared, but... he knew how I felt about Spike, he knew how much it must have been hurting me and he still let me believe he was dead. He only cares about himself.”

“He always has,” Spike said quietly.

Giles listened, nodding. “I'll see what I can do. If the Council doesn't send him away, I'll certainly figure something out.”

Buffy breathed out with relief, grateful that despite having doubted Spike, as well as her judgment when it came to him, Giles was on her side no matter what.

“There we are,” he said as they reached a door at the end of the corridor. “Why don't we start training tomorrow? You get some rest, and then in the morning, you and me get together?” he offered.

Buffy smiled. “Thank you,” she said, getting on her tiptoes before kissing his cheek, then making her way into the room.

“No kiss from me, but...” Spike gave him a nod. “Thanks, Rupert.”

When they went to lie down, Buffy made sure that this time, Spike really did go to sleep. With her fingers stroking his hair and his head on her chest, he soon drifted off. She was awake, the sleep she'd managed to get on the plane keeping her anger from being overpowered by fatigue the way Spike's had. She'd been so happy the past few days that she hadn't allowed herself to think about Angel, but now, having seen his face, the very definition of indifference on it, she could barely keep her anger at bay. She was grateful with everything she had that Spike had returned to her and it was every bit worth the time she had mourned him and yet, she could have known sooner, she could have been spared so much pain, she could have gone to help him be spared. Multiple times as she lay there, she felt the urge to get up, to seek out Angel and confront him, the man that claimed he'd always love her. Next to the way that Spike loved her, she saw now that it never came close to comparing. And he was the only reason she stayed as she was, to not wake him, to make sure he got the rest he needed after having been through so much, after following her here when she knew it was the last thing he wanted for himself. And now, just as he'd managed to leave Angel behind once again, she'd brought him right back to him.

Her thoughts were running, eventually in circles, to the point where her own eyes closed and she only woke when Spike stirred in the early hours of the morning, the light behind the curtains suggesting most of the night had gone.

“Buffy...” His voice was quiet, gentle, hopeful.

She shuffled to sit up as he lifted his head, her heart skipping a beat at the look in his eyes. God, she adored the softness that was and always had been reserved just for her. “I'm glad you got some rest.”

“Did you?” he asked.

She nodded. “Some. Just... I hope we don't have to see Angel.”

Spike nodded. “Speaking of him though, you think they'll give me some of whatever he's eating?”

Buffy pressed her lips together, but knew it was probably the best way to get him fed. “Yeah, let's go and explore some, shall we?”

After she'd gone to freshen up and change, she returned to him just changing into a fresh T-shirt, having regelled his hair, they left the room, headed back down the wide corridor, doors like theirs lining both sides and she led the way towards where she seemed to hear voices from.

“Reckon they're already training?” he asked her, looking around, his voice low.

“Possibly,” Buffy said. “Maybe we look for Giles.”

While the building had barely given any indication of its interior upon arrival, it was now beginning to look like some kind of educational institution, like an old university, or boarding school. They passed what looked like the open door to a library, then, finally, the chatter became louder and louder and in a cafeteria-like hall, scattered across different tables, the Slayers were eating.

“You should probably join them,” Spike said as they came to a stop, still unnoticed by the dozens of girls. “Have some breakfast.”

“What about you?” she asked. “Come on, surely they'll know where Giles is and he'll be able to get you some blood. You won't be able to leave for a little while. If not, I'll go out and get you some.”

“How about you eat first?” he said, nodding for her to go on, could tell she maybe wasn't quite ready to face it all, but, and he knew he shouldn't have been surprised, all it took for her was a deep breath and she entered the hall confidently, leaving him no choice but to follow and within seconds, her presence took over the room, a girl here and there recognising, turning to whoever they were sat with, making more heads turn until there was no doubt in anyone in the entire room that Buffy Summers really was there now.

“Buffy!” the first call came from across the room. “Come sit with us!”

Buffy smiled, despite feeling quite overwhelmed meeting every pair of eyes she locked with with a warm smile. She wanted none of these girls to be intimidated by her and despite having trained with the potential Slayers before, there were so many here, they had learned already, heard about her, she could only imagine the idea they had of her. And she saw herself in every single one of them, younger versions of herself, more or less experienced in fighting, magic, life. There were no tables left empty so she followed the first invitation she'd received, taking up a seat with a group of three girls, a freckled ginger girl, the one that had called her name, beaming back at her.

“Hi, I'm Taylor,” she said.

She could make out an accent, though couldn't quite place it. “I'm Buffy,” she said. “And this is-”

“Spike,” the girl next to Taylor concluded. “Wow. You died to save the world? And you came back.”

Her eyes were wide and for a moment, Spike was rendered speechless. “I mean, well, it was the right thing to do,” he said, shrugging it off. “With that bloody amulet.”

Buffy smiled, though distracted by Taylor.

“You just arrived, didn't you? It is such an honour to meet you. We've already learned so much about you. Mr Giles has taught us. It's my favourite type of lesson when we learn about you. I just... want to be like you.”

“I mean, I'm here to teach you guys, but there's much individuality that comes into the way every Slayer finds her way, you know?” she smiled. “And I look forward to seeing what that means for each and every one of you.”

“You'll be training with us today?” she asked, her eyes wide with a hope that reminded Buffy of Dawn when she was younger.

“Yes,” she assured her. “Just needed some time last night. Jetlag and all.”

Taylor nodded. “You should get some food,” she said, taking a bite from the slice of toast on her plate.

“Yeah, I will...” she said slowly. “Just... can you tell me where... Mr Giles is?”

“Probably in his office or- oh, there he is now,” she said and Buffy turned around, seeing Giles coming in through the same way they had. She rose from her feet, meeting him halfway.

“There you are,” he said. “I was going to come and get you, show you everything. But figured you'd already taken it upon yourselves.” He smiled to himself. “I spoke to Angel. Not a great chat, but he knows he shouldn't be staying much longer if he doesn't want any trouble. I'm just not sure he followed my advice. Yet.”

Buffy swallowed. She was glad she at least didn't have to see him right then. “Thank you,” she said, lowering her voice. “I was wondering... has the Council got any blood anywhere? Like for Angel or-” She licked her lips. “Spike hasn't eaten since before we left.”

“I already made sure they'd bring some to your room,” he assured her.

She relaxed, looking up at him with her expression softened. “Thank you. And thank you for... well, not being weird that he's here.”

“We do all need to be grateful, if we like it or not,” he said. “But I know things have changed. I just... if you're alright to tell me the whole story...”

“I will...” she assured him, though distracted when she heard his voice from the table coming into her focus again when she turned.

“Oh, no, I'm 150. Well, will be this year,” he said.

“So why do you go by Spike? Not William?” All three girls at the table were hanging on to his every word and some nearby had turned around to listen.

“Well, isn't it all in the books?” Spike asked, a smug, all too familiar smile playing around his lips and she knew that just as much as then, he loved the air of mystery he'd built, it surrounded him even now.

“What do you think?” Buffy said quietly to Giles. “Should I just leave him here?”

“They'll tear him apart, I'm afraid,” Giles chuckled.

That night, Buffy was on the verge of sleep when she heard the door click, instantly wide awake. The sound was followed by another click of the door, Spike shuffling into the room, sliding out of his boots and jeans and she blinked, could make his silhouette out in the darkness just about, could tell he was trying his best to be quiet. He slid his shirt over his head, then, without trying to make the mattress shift too much, joining her on the other side of the bed.

She turned to face him, her voice merely a whisper. “You okay?”

“O-Oh, yeah,” he said, slightly startled. “Yeah, just went for a drink. How was it with Giles? And how was training?”

“It was good. Most of my group are pretty impressive fighters” she hummed. “ And Giles got me up to speed on everything. And I him. I missed him.” After breakfast and her catch up with Giles, Buffy had started training with a small group of the girls, while another had asked to officially learn some things from Spike. She'd then been brought into a meeting with some important members of the Council at Giles' request, finding that when asked, Spike had declined. “What about you?”

Under the covers, her leg brushed against his as she adjusted her position to get comfortable. Her skin felt warm against his and though he wasn't drunk, the slight buzz in his head made things less complicated. “You're sure you don't want me to sleep o-...”

“Don't be an idiot,” she said quietly.

“Did he say anything?” he asked. “Giles? About us?”

“He understands how we left things, he didn't judge. Don't worry. And he knows there's no changing my mind anyway, that I've made my choice to stand by... you. My choices.”

Her words silenced him, it was real. She wasn't hiding him, she stood by him. He was in awe of her.

“Don't try to distract me,” she mumbled into the darkness.

He chuckled. “It was fine,” he said, barely having realised he'd lost track of her question. “I tried to tell them just the basics about fighting vampires, but... you can imagine they were nosey little buggers. Lots of prodding questions. About me, my past...”

“I also have questions about your past,” she said.

He could hear the smile in her voice. He wanted so badly to kiss her. “You know you can ask me anything,” he said.

“Spike. You don't have to say that.”

He reached for her hand between them, intertwining his fingers with hers, bringing them up to his lips to press a kiss to her knuckles. “I'm not,” he assured her. Anything for you, my love.”

Her skin was tingling, the intensity in his voice, his words, drawing her in. “I just...” She found it hard to focus as he slowly but surely took over all her senses, his scent, the depth of his voice... “I don't want you to talk about anything that could be... painful.”

He sighed. “Maybe I am dead...”

“Spike...”

“You're right, I probably wouldn't be in heaven.”

She swatted his chest with her other hand, tutting.

He felt her shuffle closer to him. “Just seems too good to be true, pet. All this. You.”

“How do you think I felt when you turned up and saved me from that demon? And it turned out you were real?”

Her hand found his chest again, flat on his skin this time, his eyes closing at the feeling.

Thoughtlessly, she let her fingertips wander across his skin, feeling the definition of the muscle there.

“Feel anything you like?” he teased, could tell she was getting carried away.

“Mmm, maybe...”

She'd touched him so many times, grabbing, biting, but she'd never before admitted anything like this, not in any sort of way, and certainly not out loud.

“Maybe?” he tested, tensing slightly when her hand wandered lower, and he was unsure if she knew what she was doing.

“Stop,” she whispered. “You know you're irresistible.”

He could practically hear the roll of her eyes in her tone. “Pet,” he laughed. “Are you drunk?”

“I'm not drunk!” she protested. “Had like one glass with Giles after the meeting. To my health.”

“One glass of what?”

“Whisky. It was yucky.”

Spike laughed. “Tell me more about how irresistible I am.”

She withdrew her hand, untangled the other from his, but before he could take it back, regret his teasing, she'd lifted the blanket enough to swing one leg of him, straddling him, his wrists caught in her hands before he could react.

“H-Hey.”

She was playing a dangerous game and he wasn't sure exactly how aware of it she really was. “Buffy...” he warned.

“Mm?” she hummed, the innocence in her tone exaggerated. She leaned down to press just the hint of a kiss to the side of his neck, right below his ear, her breath tickling his skin and he was desperate for her to sink her teeth in, he knew exactly what to do to make her. “Spike?”

“Bloody hell,” he muttered. His whole body was reacting to her, the way she had slowly started moving her hips wasn't helping, nor the fact that just the thin layer of silk she wore separated her skin from his. He didn't stand a chance. His head was spinning, no drink ever could have the effect on him that she did. “Please.” The word escaped him before he could stop himself.

She lifted her head, her hand cupping the side of his neck, her thumb brushing over his adam's apple. “Please?” she asked. “Are you having trouble... resisting?”

“Oh, you little-” He tried to compose himself as he saw through the game she was playing, though all his self-control went up in smoke when he felt a slight squeeze of her hand.

“What's that?” she asked. “I'm irresistible?”

“Fuckin' hell, you are,” he breathed, the words rushing from his mouth and he knew he shouldn't have been surprised, she held the power always to turn things around on him, he never stood a chance with her if she didn't want him to. And right now, he'd taken his teasing too far.

With her legs situated on either side of him, she'd been able to feel his need right where she sat, growing with each passing moment. She'd acted on impulse, and to prove her point, but now she didn't know how far she could take it. She was strongly aware of the fact that she could have got him to do anything she wanted like this, that he was holding back, still devoted to her.

“Please,” he whispered shamelessly, and before she could ask, “Please don't stop now.”

The depth of his voice, it made her almost certain she was seconds away from seeing that familiar flash of yellow in the dark, and she ground her hips down harder, chasing a different kind of friction before she made the conscious choice to. She loved having him at her mercy, but it was nothing compared to what she knew he could do if he allowed himself to lose control.

“I won't,” she said, the decision made in an instant. She'd finally allowed herself to let him in, to admit that she loved him. He worshipped her. Things were different, this did not need to be something that was changed. And hell, did she want him. “Under one condition.”

He swallowed hard, his eyes wide as he looked up at her, her skin slightly shimmery in the dark, her hair falling over her shoulders. “Buffy, anything...”

Slowly, she let go of his wrists, sitting up straighter, the movement of her hips ceasing, making him groan. “Stop holding back.”

[hatcherrys-blog]

Together by lostyourwar - Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV) https://archiveofourown.org/works/60561049

[starchants]

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

william ‘spike’ pratt x neutral!reader ; dating headcanons.

word count — 884.

themes + warnings ; some lovely fluff, some hints of angst thrown in because of our beloved troublesome tortured poet and some nsfw content as well!

author’s note — hi my lil starling <3! i do most certainly write for our favorite lil bad boy spike, i hope you enjoy <3! depressingly, i believe, this is shorter than my one with angel but that doesn’t mean that i don’t love him any less! i just literally ran out of headcanons at the moment cause my brain stopped working whoops! i could always expand upon him on a later date like i can with angel.

support mention ; if you feel like supporting, a nice ‘like’ will suffice on my blog, i know some writers love to ask nicely if you could reblog or comment etc. yet on my blog (no hate towards them as everyone likes appreciation in different ways), but if you’d like to reblog or comment feel free after all this is a safe space for any fan-individual to have fun :’)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[evvyyypeters-fics]

Just officially finished watching BTVS and I must say that I don’t think I will ever get over the fact that the last words Buffy says in the entire show is “I love you” and “Spike”. The fact that he sacrifices/ gives up his life for her multiple times and then he gives it up to save the world FOR HER! AAAUUGHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Heart is SHATTERED. Like yes, I do believe that Spike cared about Dawn and the scoobies and after getting his soul, protecting the potentials. But he would have never felt that way or done it without his love for Buffy. My heart melted so bad w/ the final Spuffy moments. Istg BTVS walked so AO3 writers could run with the whole enemies to friends/ situationship to enemies to lovers. The fact that the entirety of s6 they spend fucking it out and figuring out their issues, then they both grow and change separately and towards the end—together and their final romantic moments are them cuddling in each other’s arms. STOP. The angst to fluff in this show makes me WEAKK IM ACHINGGG.

Istg if they mess up their relationship in the reboot show….ooooooohhhh boy. I’m not watching. Period.

(Also, I’m hoping that the whole Jenson Ackles rumor is their attempt to recast Spike because istg if she went through all that turmoil with him and coming to terms with the fact that having a ‘normal’ relationship doesn’t work for her [and unpopular opinion maybe, but I think part of it is not because she’s a Slayer.] just for them to throw her in a relationship that was never originally established in the show possibly to not swing one way or the other for fan ships, I will be so pissed off. Like if you’re going to do that why not explicitly establish her in any relationship? Why not just imply it? I mean they were LITERALLY END.GAME in the show AND the comics. Like you don’t just bring back Spike after killing him in some grand way and then make a bunch of comics where they’re together just to slap her with the suburban life or something with some random new character. Nuh uh.)

[v-4-mp-slayer]

Let's talk about Requests.

Still open-July 2025

I post on Fridays.

1. It can be character x reader content (SFW or NSFW)(Headcanons or scenarios)

2. It can be canon or fanon couples content (SFW or NSFW)

3. It can be canon or fanon family fluff content

4. It can be a drawing, but i would take more time (any character, SFW (for the moment)).

5. It can be drabbles about the reader in a scenario with other characters or the characters alone but its not x anyone

Angst, fluff, smut, whatever you people want.

(If you don't see one of the couples or characters you want on the list, you can ask about them)

I can write about the next fandoms:

Arcane

Character x reader content:

Viktor

Jayce

Ekko

Vander

Fanon/canon couples:

TimeBomb

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Naruto:

character x reader content

Any character you want except Boruto characters.

(Yes, it can be Genma, Raido, Ibiki, etc. even if they are forgotten)

Fanon/canon couples:

Jiraiya/Tsunade

Neji/Tenten

Naruto/Hinata

Ino/Kiba

Kiba/Kankuro

Izumo/Kotetsu

Gaara/Rock Lee

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Anko Mitarashi

Ibiki Morino

Inuzuka family in general (Tsume, Hana, Kiba, etc.)

Nara family in general (Yoshino, Shikaku, Shikamaru, Ensui, etc.)

Aburame family in general (Shino, Shibi, Muta, Torune, etc.)

Yamanaka family in general (Inoichi, Fu, Ino, etc.)

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Demon Slayer

character x reader content

Uzui Tengen (and Makio, Suma, Hinatsuru)

Kyojuro Rengoku

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuke Hashibira

Gyuu Tomioka

Haganezuka

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Harry Potter

character x reader content

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Lee Jordan

Marcus Flint

Fanon/canon couples:

Ron/Hermione

George/Angelina

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Weasley Family in general

The golden trio

The marauders

Malfoy family

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Marvel

character x reader content

Stephen Strange

Loki

Thor

Wong

Spiderman (any spiderman from any spiderverse, any peter parker, hobbie, pav, miles, etc.)

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Black widow reader

Asgardian reader (or goddess/god, it can be greek, aztec, etc.)

Deadpool/X-men reader

Miguel O'hara's daughter

Tony Stark's daughter

Tlalocan stuff

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DC comics

character x reader content

Roy Harper

Wally West

Beast Boy

Constantine

Aqualad

Fanon/canon couples:

Batcat

Beast boy/Raven

Starfire/Grayson

Oliver/Dinah

Zatanna/Constantine

Clark/Lois

Harley/Ivy

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Batfamily (any character or self insert)

Teen titans

Temiscira

Roy and Lian

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Others:

Sherlock Holmes x reader (any Sherlock)

Prince Caspian x reader

Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Aizawa Shota x reader

Yuri plisetsky x reader

Obi Wan Kenobi x reader

Spike x reader (btvs)

Zuko x reader

Hunter Sylvester x reader

Rodrick Heffley x reader

King/Diane

Tecna/Timmy

Addams family stuff.

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If you want, you can give me info on your oc's, and i can try and write the scenario you want to be more specific.

[veronyxk84]

Spuffy Fic Recs — March/April

Missed last month’s recs? Check this tag to catch up!

Find my Fic Recs on Dreamwidth as well

I present a list of 5 Spuffy fics I’ve read between March and April. They’re all complete, some recent, some older (I’m going through my bookshelf), and all links are for Sunnydale After Dark. (NOTE: some or all may be available on other archives as well).

Listed from oldest to most recent; see the publishing year (on SAD) before the title.

Some reviews are taken from my own comments left for the stories. I tried to make them short and not spoiler-y.

(2022) Labels on Peanut Butter Jars...and Other Stuff by sandy_s [R] one-shot

Summary: Set after “First Date” but prior to “Lies My Parents Told Me” in Season 7. The potentials are out of the house and Buffy and Spike have a few moments of peace to get to know each other. Buffy POV. Challenge: Up to two other characters – optional Tara. Has to be romantic, smutty, and involve a jar of peanut butter. There can be no Xander or Angel in the story. A/N: This was written for a ficathon on LJ a long time ago.

Review: A cute and mildly suggestive interlude for Spuffy in S7. There’s a deep introspective part where Buffy reflects on “labels” but not those on the jars. Andrew offers, as usual, some comedy relief.

(2022) Who Says You Can’t Go Home? by Slaymesoftly [NC-17] one-shot

Summary: In this AU season five AtS, Buffy learns Spike is back when Robin Wood is sent to check out Angel’s takeover of WR&H. Banner by Javajunkie247.

Review: I’m on a reunion frenzy, so I picked this story from my bookshelf because it’s been there forever. This is one of the ways AtS should have turned out, if the writers hadn’t been contractually bound to find lame excuse after lame excuse for Spike to stay in L.A. with his best pal.

(2022) Nights Like This by ashcrashed [NC-17] 6 chapters

Summary: The sun sets, and they disappear. Into lust, into loneliness, into regret. And sometimes, into each other.

Review: I really enjoyed the structure of this story. Three chapters for S6, three chapters for S7; both seasons have alternate Spike POV and Buffy POV, and the 3rd chapter for each season mirror each other in a poetic way: a break-up (BtVS S6) and a reunion (AtS S5). What they deserved.

(2025) a cat needs a name that’s particular by jewelram [PG-13] 4 chapters

Summary: or, there are cats to be named, and Spike’s just the vampire for the job. Luckily, Buffy and Dawn are there to come up with better names.

Review: A totally cute domestic scenario with Spuffy, Dawn, and a bunch mischievous kittens! All love, banter, and fluff.

(2025) To Sleep Perchance to Dream by GhostsInLove [PG] one-shot

Summary: Set in Season 4 Episode 22 - Restless There are many distractions in Buffy’s search to find her friends, but she never expected Spike to be here. Or My interpretation of a Spike appearance in Buffy’s dream sequence.

Review: A truly well-written, expanded version of Buffy’s dream in Restless. Dreams are often weird and I am a big fan of dreams! I love writing them (so rewarding) and I love reading about them. If you enjoyed Restless, you’ll enjoy this fic.

[urdadstype]

Masterlist

Many characters from different series/movies and famous people blurbs and headcanons!!

You can ask me to add someone if you want and I’ll see what I can do!

Fluff-☺️ Angst-😔 Smut-🔥

Dc Universe

Richard “Dick” Grayson

Bruised Nights - Dick comes home with more wounds than usually and reader gets angry at him for not being careful☺️

Bruce Wayne

(Nothing yet)

Marvel

Deadpool

(Nothing yet)

Matt Murdock

(Nothing yet)

Eddie Brock

(Nothing yet)

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

(Nothing yet)

Stefan Salvatore

(Nothing yet)

Enzo St. John

(Nothing yet)

Kai Parker

(Nothing yet)

Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

(Nothing yet)

Juice Ortiz

(Nothing yet)

Half-sack

(Nothing yet)

AHS

Kai Anderson

(Nothing yet)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

(Nothing yet)

Sam Winchester

(Nothing yet)

BTVS

Spike

(Nothing yet)

Teen Wolf

Scott McCall

(Nothing yet)

Stiles Stilinski

(Nothing yet)

Jordan Parrish

(Nothing yet)

Theo Raeken

(Nothing yet)

True Blood

Eric Northman

(Nothing yet)

Dexter

Dexter Morgan

(Nothing yet)

Joey Quinn

(Nothing yet)

Horror movies

Jerry Dandrige

(Nothing yet)

Ghostface

(Nothing yet)

Celebrities

Jordan Riki

(Nothing yet)