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five-bi-five-mind · 10 months

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Corruptible

Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Pairing: Faith Lehane x fem!r

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.8k+

Summary: Faith can’t help but want to corrupt you… just a little. She was practically hooked on you and when she got that itch… well she would only have one thing on her mind until it was scratched.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics; overstimulation; strap-on use (r receiving); top!Faith, bottom!r; rough sex; choking; a lil innocence kink…

A/N: Just a short little smut fic of Faith being... well you know... Faith. Hope y'all enjoy. The Dru one will be next and then I might focus more on the actually more serious, angsty Faith fic.

Faith was feeling cooped up. It really wasn’t her jam to be sitting around like this. Her time of sitting around doing research on whatever big bad was lurking had been long over. She hasn’t done this shit since she was part of the misguided Scooby gang. But here she was, pretending to pour over books while you sat on the other side of her tiny studio apartment. How did she get pulled into this?

Oh yeah, she bumped into you two minutes before becoming a demon’s midnight snack and immediately she was smitten. Of course, she had to go and fall for a softy with a heart to help the helpless. And, of course, when you found out about Faith’s slayer status you were eager to be her useful little sidekick.

You were also a worrier though. So, that made Faith go along with your little plans. Something about being more prepared, finding weakness faster than just throwing everything at it… blah blah blah… Honestly Faith zoned out about that conversation and instead focused on how nice your tits looked that day. She did that kind of often. It wasn’t that she didn’t value what you said. She really did. It was just that you were so endearing when you were passionate about something and it made Faith’s mind wander.

Like now for instance. You were sprawled out on the floor, very focused on whatever it was you were reading. Faith was again paying attention to anything but the monster at hand. Currently, she thought about how innocent and unsuspecting you looked as you scanned the pages in front of you. It made the wheels in Faith’s mind start turning it.

It was always when you looked particularly small and adorable that got Faith going. She had this weird, maybe slightly twisted need to corrupt you just a little bit. But not in an evil way. No, she’s been there, that's the past. This was in an almost… animalistic way.

So an idea came to her. Abruptly, Faith shot up from her spot. You watched as she dug for something under the bed. She purposely shielded whatever she was grabbing from view and scurried into the bathroom.

You stared at the door for a moment, shrugging it off when she didn’t come out quickly enough to keep your attention. Your eyes went back to the books in front of you, dutifully trying to sleuth out this demon’s origins and weak points.

A moment later, the bathroom door opened again and your eyes went up to glance at Faith. She had the perfect poker face on, but still something told you she was up to something.

She plopped down on the bed and started to grin down at you. This had your full attention now.

“Let’s take a break, babe,” She said with a hint of excitement in her tone.

“Okay…” you said hesitantly. “And do what?” She was definitely up to something.

“Well first you could strip for me.”

You immediately blushed at that, your eyes bugging out of your head. “Faith!” You exclaimed, jumping to your feet. “We’ve got serious work to do!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Faith rolled her eyes teasingly. “But baby, I’ve got that… itch.”

Of course she did. She was practically useless in terms of brain work until she fixed that little problem. Faith warned you up front that she had a pretty strong libido. She said it was probably a slayer thing. You thought it was really just a Faith thing.

“Please, baby?” She broke you out of your thoughts. The way she was looking at you was already breaking your resolve. She had her lip between her teeth and was giving you those hungry eyes that already had you weak at the knees.

“I guess we have been going for a while…”

“That’s right, babe. Time for a break.” She leaned forward where she sat, the anticipation of what was to come already had her body buzzing. “Now, give us a show?”

Your face flushed even more at this, but you rolled your eyes to play it off. You were still going to give her what she wanted, you just didn’t know how much of a show that would be.

For whatever reason, your hands went to your jeans first. Popping the button of them before moving to the zipper, you noticed the way Faith watched your every move. You shimmied out of them slowly until they fell to the ground and you stepped out of them. Then you did the same with your panties. Your hands went to your shirt and started to tug up, but then you saw Faith’s hand shoot out in a stop motion.

“Wait!” Faith interrupted. “Leave it on.” There was something about the image in front of her that had her eager to just grab you and throw you on the bed. It was her shirt you were wearing, after all. So, to see you in just her shirt and nothing else had her feeling more and more keyed up by the second.

You shifted where you stood. Not entirely sure what you were waiting for. Faith, on the other hand, enjoyed the way you squirmed under her gaze. She also loved the way you were waiting for her to give you your next order. The way she already had you a little bit in tune with her, trained to be good for her. She could feel the wetness flood between her legs where she sat.

“What next?” You asked impatiently, feeling very exposed, despite still being half dressed.

Faith’s smirk just grew as she looked you up and down. What she had planned next was going to get a reaction out of you, she was sure of it. She could almost picture it, and she couldn’t wait for it to come to fruition.

“Now…” she started. “You’re gonna come here, princess and do as you’re told.” Faith gave you a devilish smile. Her hands went to her belt. Your eyes were glued to the way she slowly undid it and then began to pop the button of her jeans. Then your gaze went a little lower. How did you miss the slight bulge in her pants?

Faith’s eyes never left your face though. She was wearing a cocky smirk as she watched your cheeks slowly flush when she began to pull out the toy she had hidden. She let you take it in for a second, your eyes widening as you realized that must have been what she scurried to the bathroom to put on. Of course she would want to shock you with it. That was something so… just so Faith. She loved the way she’d get you flustered and she was doing a damn good job of it right now.

Faith slapped both her legs. The sound caused you to jump and break your dazed stare at the toy between her legs. “So, c’mere.” Faith’s hands planted on the bed as she leaned back a little. “Ride my cock.”

You blanched. Your eyes went from her face to the strap-on and back up. You’d never done that before.

With hesitant steps you approached where Faith was perched on bed. Again you looked at the toy between her legs before looking back up into her eyes. Her pupils were totally blown and she licked her lips as she watched you slowly start to mount her.

“That’s it,” She purred as she watched you line the toy up with your entrance. “Good girl.”

Her words instantly sent a flush to your cheeks, but still you focused on the task at hand. You slowly let yourself inch down on it. It wasn’t fast enough for Faith though.

In a flash her hands were on your thighs. She simultaneously pressed your body down and thrust her hips up, fully sheathing the toy inside you. You let out a strangled cry at the feeling of being so filled by her, but you also felt instant pleasure with the way she rolled her hips a second later.

It didn’t take long for you to do the same, rocking yourself into Faith to match her motions. One of her arms hooked around your body as she fucked up into you while the other moved behind her to keep her balanced.

She had ordered you to ride her, but really it was her movements that had you bouncing up and down on her lap. You were just doing your best to keep up with her, your hands gripping fistfuls of her tank top to keep yourself upright and grounded.

Faith had that cocky grin on her face the whole time. Watching you moan and whine on top of her gave her a sense of pride and even power that slaying never quite did. It was something about having you so completely like this, her cock buried deep inside you, making you do the filthiest things without a peep of protest that made her feel like that. No one else could do that, but her. So as you began to shake on top of her, signaling your impending release, something primal took over her.

With her hold on you, she had you flipped with your back hitting the mattress hard in two seconds. With a growl, she started pumping herself into you with what you could only describe as slayer speed. Your hands still held fistfuls of her shirt as she fucked you to your edge. You let out a long whine and your body shuttered as you came around her cock, but she didn’t even slow down.

Instead, she grabbed your legs and pushed them up until your knees practically hit your chest, allowing her to pump deeper inside you. At this point you couldn’t stop yourself from constantly moaning. The way Faith hit deeper inside you than any time before and the fact that you haven’t even come down from your orgasm was making you lose total control of yourself.

Faith, meanwhile, was grunting on top of you. It was like she was in a total trance as she fucked you. Her eyes went from watching between your bodies and being mesmerized by the way her cock disappeared inside you, to watching your face as it twisted in pleasure.

It wasn’t long before you came again, crying out her name as you did. She actually slowed down this time, allowing you to catch your breath.

Her hand glided up your body until it stopped at your throat. She let it rest there, her fingers wrapped around your neck but not applying any pressure. Her head cocked to the side as she stared down at you.

“Why is it,” She began breathlessly, “that I can never get enough of you. Is this what it feels like for a vampire to crave blood? Only, you know, for me it’s your pussy…”

She was always so crass. But with her cock still buried in you and the way she was licking her lips and looking down at you like a snack… you couldn’t deny all of it, even her words, turned you on all over again.

“I’m not done with you.” She said that more to herself than you, punctuating that with another slow roll of her hips. You groaned and braced your hands on her shoulders, trying to indicate to her to hold up a moment. Words were escaping you though. Not because she was pressing harder on your neck now. No, she still wasn’t cutting off your airway. No, it was because the last orgasm she gave you still left you breathless.

“I just want one more, princess.” It sounded more like a demand than a request, yet you still weakly nodded your consent. Her hips rolled into you again and this time it seemed like she was going to take it slow.

She pulled the toy almost all the way out, taking a breath, while you held your own. Then without warning she snapped her hips, bottoming out again inside you.

You cried out for her again and her hand flexed on your neck. “Yes, fuck, scream for me, baby,” she growled above you as she repeated the action. The control she felt in that moment was almost like a drug. The way you were so helpless underneath her hold gave her such a rush. She literally held your life in her hands, with the way her hand applied just the slightest pressure to make your breaths turn shallow.

But it wasn’t her knowledge of her strength compared to your weakened, fucked out state that made her feel so high right now. It was the fact that you had utter trust in her as she pressed harder. It was such a wild mixture of love and lust that ran through her veins as she picked her pace back up and began fucking you abandon. She would never hurt you, even if she easily could, and you knew that deep down as you let her absolutely ruin you in the filthiest way.

The choked out cry you gave as her hips slammed into you gave her indication to let up a little bit. Her hand left your neck and you took a deep breath before another pathetic moan left your lips at a particular hard thrust from her.

You were a whining, moaning mess and all you could do was turn your head into the pillow and take it. At some point your hands have left her body to grab at the sheets. Your nails dug into the mattress as Faith’s hips met yours in a way you were sure was going to leave bruises.

“I know princess, I know,” Faith grunted from above you as you let out yet another pathetic whine. It was all becoming a little too much, but still it was unbelievably pleasurable. “But you’re taking me so well.”

At this point you thought Faith’s goal was to fuck you absolutely raw. And honestly, she thought about it, but she needed you in one piece for when she inevitably had this same itch to scratch again in the next day or two.

Your face was fully buried in the pillow now and your whole body was shaking. Faith was leaning down to basically attack your neck with her teeth and tongue as she kept fucking you. With a low moan that was muffled by the pillow, you finally came for a third time. Your back arched as she drew the orgasm from you and your knuckles turned white from how hard they were holding onto the bed.

Faith let you ride out the orgasm, slowing to a stop as you came down. She finally pulled out of you after a moment, practically collapsing on top of you as she did.

She honestly wasn’t even exhausted though. Not even a little tired. She could go all night if you could take it. But you were still so fragile, so new to her slayer strength that she didn’t want to push you to your limit yet. Just strengthen your endurance a little… So instead, she willed herself to calm down and pulled you into her arms.

You were still out of breath as your head pressed to her chest. She was also breathing hard, her excitement still not quite quelled. If she kept going she was sure she would break you, and that was something she swore she would never do.

She wanted to ruin you, sure. But she planned to do that over and over again for as long as you’d let her. That meant she obviously had to make sure she left you in one piece after practically fucking your brains out.

You nuzzled into her as your breathing relaxed. It was this part of the night that she wasn’t used to yet. The softness that came with you being hers. She didn’t mind it though. Fuck like an animal and love like… well whatever this was. Gently. Delicately. Faith hadn’t adjusted to it yet, but she would get there.

Her strong arms folded around you and tightened slightly. You hummed in appreciation for that small act of affection.

Having your naked body pressed closer to her still had her a little revved up, but she was willing herself to chill out for you. Maybe, she could push it a little more after a bit of rest. Maybe she could convince you for another round. After all, she was still wearing the strap…

A devilish grin spread on her lips again as her hands began to roam your bare body. She was never good at waiting anyways. You looked up at her with such a curious innocent look that had Faith’s heart racing again. Seriously, you couldn’t give her those cute doe eyes. It made her want to corrupt you in the dirtiest ways…

“Just one more, princess, yeah?” She practically purred into your ear.

You gulped, but nodded. Your body was sore and spent but when she gave you that hungry look of hers, how could you say no?

It was a long night and as per true Faith nature… it was not just one more.

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prose-for-hire · 11 months

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Fighting fire with fire

Pairing: Darla x vamp!reader; Faith x vamp!reader

Request: Your blog is the coolest thing ever!!! When you get the time could you write a one shot with a female or gn vampire reader whose dating Faith but used to date Darla back in the day and Darla ends up reuniting with the reader and meeting Faith and jealousy and fighting ensues? (Maybe you could switch it up and make it a choose your own ending if you want, your call.)💕

Requested by: 👻 Anon

A/N: I am so so so very sorry for making you wait so long for this! Thank you for being patient, I hope it’s what you wanted babe !! 💖💖

Warning: Tiny bit of violence, one swear, talk of killing and biting.

You had been a vampire for a while. You were used to it by now. Not seeing your reflection, not being able to see the sunrise. The ridiculously powerful draw of human blood. It got easier as the decades passed. One thing you definitely hadn’t gotten used to was running into your ex almost every decade.

It often complicated things, especially now you were in a relationship with a human. A slayer, to complicate things more. It wasn’t as if you could have a casual update on your love-life. You knew she would hate to hear of you falling for a slayer, which made the usual fight you had even more tense. By fight, of course, I mean you tended to get heated. Darla had secretly been pining for you since the day you parted. This made her angry. It made her jealous and it made her want you even more.

Although she hid it very well and despite the occasional fling every other decade or so, she had pretended she didn’t care for your existence one way or the other. She acted as if you could be dust for all she cared. But dear God, did she care.

The tension in the room when you caught each other’s eye was always so thick you could almost taste it. This particular time, you had caught her eye from across the bar, you had caught her scent before this however. You knew she was coming and you weren’t sure what to do. Faith would be coming in a moment, to share a drink after her patrol.

You weren’t sure how to tell her who Darla was, who you had been when you were with her. How much you still guiltily cherished the memories you held so dear. You heard footsteps towards you and you tensed, unsure what was coming. A hand ran up your back as a kiss pressed against your cheek.

“That’s a new greeting” You said, smiling as you turned to see the figure that sat beside you at the bar. Your smile faltered only for a split-second as Faith sat beside you. How could you have thought that was Darla?

“Yeah? Kissin’s new to you? I landed the 400-year-old-virgin then, huh?” she teased, knowing very well you weren’t that old. She was a breath of fresh air to you, she didn’t care what people thought of you or your relationship. When she realised she liked you, she pursued you and soon realised how deep her feelings were.

You adored Faith, you shared a connection that was entirely new to you. The way she got amped up for her fights, the way spending an evening patrolling with her always ended in her jumping you and kissing you against the nearest graveyard. You spend almost every moment together, laughing and killing demons together. Spending long mornings in bed together, finding creative ways to convince ethe other to stay.

It was so different from what you had known, how you had spent the last century. You had never stopped, it was all action all the time. Darla’s evil smile curling on her face, lit up by candlelight as you would share your recent kills. Her lips, the way they were always so soft, so eager to press against yours. The countless countries you had been run out of, laughing all the way, Darla’s hand clasped in yours. She had never let you go. Not until that day. The one where you parted ways.

As you recalled these memories, the real woman walked into view. She had seen Faith’s affection towards you and decided to have some fun. You look up at the ceiling, steeling yourself for this exchange.

“Darla”

“Dear, sweet, Y/n” Her voice rang out breezily. In that way you had always simultaneously enjoyed and hated. As if she hadn’t a care whether you were stood in front of her or turned to ash. It had always drew you to her. Ever since the day she sired you.

Faith sat up straighter, her knuckles whitening from how hard she was gripping the bar. You had never told Faith about Darla, in your defence she had never asked. And, well, it was the past. You had been so caught up in Faith and how happy you had been lately that you had forgotten your usual catch up with Darla.

Usually, when you had been alone and sat at a bar and Darla had found you, she would walk up the same way but not say anything. She would just smile that infuriating smile and gesture for you to follow her. You always did, of course. Spending a night, or a few nights together before she left again. When you had been alone, that is. But you weren’t alone anymore.

“Didn’t realise you had a pet… and a Slayer too, should we share?” her eyes glinted, but you could tell she was jealous. She was two steps away from a massacre, you had seen that look only once before.

“Darla, don’t speak to her like that-”

“I can stand up for myself”

“Aw, it speaks too” Darla cooed and you rolled your eyes, recognising the look on Faith’s face. It had never been directed at you, thankfully, only the worst demons that had managed to crawl beneath her skin.

Faith stood immediately, knocking over a chair and launching herself at Darla. Faith kicked out at Darla, knocking her backwards. Darla threw out a punch, connecting with Faith’s jaw before ducking to miss the stake that Faith directed towards her. The others in the bar backed away and the woman behind the bar started to shout at you for scaring away custom. The last thing you wanted was for the authorities to get called, Faith would have to go on the run again and Darla might just eat any responders that show up (depending on how hungry she was).

You rushed into the fight, tearing limbs away from connecting with the other. How had you become the type of vampire people fight over? You would never get use to that for as long as you live.

“Faith! Faith – it’s what she wants-” You insisted, taking Faith by the shoulders and putting some space between her and Darla, who was wiping the blood from her mouth and licking her lips.

“What I want is for you to make up your mind” Darla’s amusement sent another flash of rage through Faith.

“You think they care about anything you have to say, huh?”

“Didn’t they mention? A sire’s bond is hard to break” Girlish giggle and then when she got the reaction she wanted from Faith, her eyes darkened ruthlessly again.

“That’s such an old fashioned notion, Darla, we’ve met plenty of vampires who have killed their Sires.”

“The passion gets too much”

“Why don’t we go” You said softly, not entirely directed at one of them in particular. Darla caught this, she knew you inside out and an evil glint sparkled in her eye.

“Maybe, we should let our lover choose?” Darla asked in that silky smooth voice that she knew would get under Faith’s skin.

Her voice singing her self-assuredness as she waited for you to tell Faith to leave. Faith stepped as if to throw another punch but you stepped between them both again, a gentle hand on Faith’s shoulder telling her to stop.

Darla enjoyed this, although her look telling you that this would be the end. If you chose wrong, that is. She would never meet you again like this should you not choose her. It was surprisingly tender, the look she gave you. You hadn’t realised she held the memories of your past so close to her chest too.

You looked between them both, your brow furrowing as you were faced with such an ultimatum. These were the only women you could ever claim to have loved. Why must you choose? Why must you lose one in favour of another? It hurt, more than you remembered hurting before as you attempted to unpick the knots of dread from your stomach. To lose either of them had once been unfathomable to you.

They had both claimed your heart as their own, at one time or another. You had history with Darla, that was hard to leave in the past. But you had a future with Faith, or at least the excitement of what could be.

Darla:

You paused, this decision it meant something. It was pivotal, you were sure of it. You looked in Darla’s eyes. She was everything. She had shown you immortality, shown you passion and pain and in those quiet moments, where only you two existed, she showed you love.

“Faith… I-I’m so sorry” You said quietly, looking at the ground. You couldn’t help it. Darla had this draw that you had never been able to escape. Never wanted to. It didn’t mean your feelings hadn’t been true for Faith, they just could never burn as bright.

“You’re kiddin’, right?”

“We’ve been pretending for months now, we’re not happy…” You said softly, not entirely true, but you were at a loss to explain how you had chosen so easily. That this is what it felt like compared to Darla being in your life (un-life, whatever).

“And you and blood-for-brains are happy, huh?”

“It’s Darla, it’s always been Darla. I’m sorry… she’s my sire…”

“Looks like this is goodbye, Slayer. Have a nice, short life” Darla laughed, a sound you had always adored. Though you couldn’t match her smile, you had hurt Faith and you knew you would probably regret it for the rest of your unlife.

But this was Darla.

You loved Darla, you always had. From the very moment you had set eyes on her you had known. Just as she had when she had sired you. Faith left but your eyes were only on Darla. You were mesmerised by her, taken by her just as you had been that final day of your life.

Where she had claimed you as her own. That claim, staked in your heart firmer than any carved from wood. She had loved you when you had been weak, unlovable. And she had loved you, when you were strong able to bring whole civilisations to their knees.

She was cold, calculating and sometimes completely unpredictable. But, God, did you love every minute of it. Darla wrapped a manicured hand around your waist, curling up your chest as she locked eyes with Faith. Humour dancing in them as she watched to see what the Slayer would do.

She laughed out loud when Faith just stood there, motionless. You whispered to Darla, pressing a kiss in the soft skin behind her ear. You wanted to leave now. Darla nodded, taking your hand firmly in hers, the grip so tight if you had been human she would have crushed every bone in your hand.

She squeezed firmly, gripping you as if she was concerned you may suddenly change your mind and run back towards the Slayer. She knew you, she knew how indecisive you could be. How you had been through this little phase of doing good deeds. She even heard from someone you had thought about getting a soul.

Faith just stood there, watching you leave, her eyes misting and her fists balled. You dropped your eye contact, unable to look at her upset like that and followed Darla outside into the night.

You didn’t even get chance to take an unneeded breath, immediately, once you were away from the bar, Darla pressed you against the nearest alleyway, hungrily kissing you, tasting you as if you were her last meal. It reminded you of that first time. The night she sired you.

The wild look in her eyes told you she felt it too. Her hands roaming your form, her grip firm as she told you everything she had never did through words. The rough brick of the wall scraped against your back, but you barely felt it. All you felt was the way her body demanded yours. She was near desperate, you knew just how much this meant.

Darla kissed sloppily along your jaw, trailing her raw need for you as she pressed wild kisses against your neck. Her face changed, the frenzied exchange would have made you breathless, your head dizzy and your heart pound. If you were still living, that is. But truly? With Darla, with the love of your life, you had never felt more alive.

Her teeth sank into your neck, marking over the scar that was already there, claiming you once more. Wanting you to stay by her side for another century. Who knew she was such a romantic?

Faith:

You paused, this decision meant something. It would change the course of your love-live perhaps forever. You looked at Darla and you knew. You had always known that it had to end between you. It had been fun, meeting up and having brilliant sex. And somewhere, deep, deep down you would always cherish some of the good times. But it had never been enough for you, you had wanted softness and love. Real love and with Faith, that’s what you had found. Faith could put up a front but within, she could be incredibly sweet with you. Caring in her way. With Darla, you had never known where you stood.

“Darla… I can’t do this anymore. I’m in love with Faith and I’m happy. I’m finally happy” You said softly, stepping forwards to stand by Faith’s side. You had never said this before, Faith’s surprise was visible. As was Darla’s.

You had never told Darla you loved her. You slid your hand in Faith’s, lacing your fingers and squeezing her and hoping she felt the same. You felt a release as soon as you said it. You had wanted to tell Faith how you felt for so long and you had been holding onto these stale feelings for a long time and you had finally let go.

The tension in Faith’s shoulders relaxed as you said it until Darla moved as if to launch herself at the pair of you before she straightened up, deciding that it wasn’t worth it. She would take her aggression out elsewhere. She stared at you for longer than she would ever admit before she nodded and turned to leave. It was more painful than a fight could have ever been. For both of you. She didn’t look back and you knew that would be the last time. Perhaps you would see her again, but never in the way you used to.

When Darla left, you turned to Faith and brought her to sit with you in a booth at the back of the bar. You needed to explain yourself. She hadn’t moved her hand from yours and she didn’t appear to be mad in anyway but she hadn’t spoken and you still wanted to. You held her hand from across the table, explaining everything. From your siring right up to the hour previous when you had both stood in front of Darla.

Now, Faith wouldn’t ever admit it but she had began to feel insecure. She had opened up to you more than she had with anyone. She was scared that she wasn’t enough.

“Didn’t have to say that”

“What? That I love you? But it’s true” You said softly, your hand moving so that you could caress her cheek, the tenderness made her eyes mist. She had never felt anything like it.

“You mean that?”

“More than I’ve ever loved another and I’ve been around for longer than I like to admit” You smiled softly. She immediately leaned in, crashing her lips to yours. She struggled to express her feelings, she wouldn’t be able to tell you how much she loved you for a little while after that. But you were content with the way she showed you.

Her thumb slid rubbed your jaw, pressing you ever closer as she moved against you. You could have been anywhere and it wouldn’t have mattered. You loved each other and you had cemented it in public. Your hands tangled in her hair, your lips numb with the force that she had kissed you. With the feelings that were so easily expressed with a mere movement of her lips against yours.

It was you. It had always been you. You would explain one night, sharing a bed and talking about your pasts what a big deal you choosing her truly was. But Faith felt it. She loved you so deeply.

You broke apart, she was panting, her eyes locked with yours. You could get lost in those eyes. She grinned, taking you by the wrist and leading you out of the bar. She couldn’t fucking wait to get you home.

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hibiscus02 · 27 days

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Guys I just noticed an amazing parallel

EDIT: I JUST REALIZED EVE STABBED VILLANELLE WITH HER OWN KNIFE AND BUFFY STABBED FAITH WITH HER OWN DAGGER. IM GONNA BE SICK.

#repressed queer woman be like I love you *stabs you in the gut*#buffy the vampire slayer #buffy #fuffy #buffy x faith #buffy summers #faith lehane #killing eve #ke #villanelle #villaneve #eve polastri

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thepunkmuppet · 1 month

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I love love love robin, robin wood fan for life ofc ofc, but I genuinely think that faith should’ve hooked up with willow in season 7.

it just makes sense - the two of them understand each other now, having gone through similar experiences of doing terrible things with their power and wanting to atone. I think seeing them build a growing respect and attraction to each other, building to a passionate hookup that may or may not become a semi-healthy relationship… it just would’ve been very interesting to explore, especially with the characters’ complicated but definitely charged history together. ugh and the angst of willow losing tara only to then get it on with FAITH? FAITH??? regardless of how much faith has changed or how good their relationship is, you can’t tell me willow wouldn’t feel a little disgusted with herself, and that is some juicy stuff to dig into

also I just hate kennedy and NEED canon sapphic faith content because that woman is a raging bisexual and no one on this earth can convince me otherwise

and yeah obviously if anyone has any fic recs like this please drop them in the notes thaaaanks

#faith x willow #faith lehane #willow rosenberg #I’m literally turning to the dark side you guys #FAITH X WILLOW IS SO GOOD #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #ats #angel the series #buffyverse #btvs meta

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buffygirlfail · 4 months

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can't believe buffy summers really went through a devastating intense toxic yuri situationship with her Girl Friend

#like she's so real #fuffy #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #faith lehane #buffy summers x faith lehane #faith lehane x buffy summers #on s3 rewatch and seeing the two... the jealousy... the insanity... they make me feel crazy truly like GODDDDD #rip fuffy you would've loved lacy by olivia rodrigo

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raisedbythetv89 · 18 days

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Me when the manipulative character manipulates irl viewers into ignoring all the bad and only seeing the good and then treating me like I’m the crazy one because I see through the manipulation and see the characters for who they really are instead of how they want to be perceived

#this was inspired by willow rosenberg and logan huntzberger specifically but there are SO MANY 😭#xander riley and angel all belong on this list as well #also emily gilmore fuck her fr she’s literally the karen of all karens yet has sooo many stans like hello???#y’all would believe narcissists and blame their victims if you’re falling for this shit like USE YOUR BRAIN OPEN YOUR EYES #joss whedon is manipulative af which is why so many of his characters are too especially ones he doesn’t hate and want punished #ppl are like how can you hate Willow she’s so sweet! like very obviously that’s an act??? she plays innocent like so many white women do #but then enables or directly causes SO MUCH HARM #anti logan huntzberger #anti willow rosenberg #anti scoobies #anti riley finn #anti angel #anti emily gilmore #anti xander harris #anti bangel #anti biley #anti faith lehane #anti fuffy #spuffy #jess x rory #literati #spike and buffy

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juanabaloo · 1 year

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Faith Lehane is the MVP!

aka yet another Eliza Dushku appreciation post!

Still not over the fact that Faith didn't have a last name until 2 years AFTER BTVS went off the air. She literally DID NOT HAVE A LAST NAME the whole time she was on the show. (Neither did Kendra BTW.)

In the literal dictionary sense: Faith is technically a minor character in terms of screen time. (Whaaaa???) She was in 20 episodes of BTVS and 6 of ATS. She was never listed in the main cast for either. She was not in the BTVS (or ATS) 20 year cast reunion.

We know Eliza played Faith as having a crush on Buffy. In cons Eliza consistently supported the idea of Fuffy (Faith x Buffy). (GIF proof)

Think about Riley, supposedly Buffy's third love interest on the show (behind Spike and Angel). The show tries really hard to have you think he's a good guy (5x10 Into the Woods - hate this ep) and that he's the one who got away (6x15 As You Were - not buying it). Riley was in 31 BTVS epis (vs 20 for Faith). Riley also has more speaking time than Faith in BTVS, ranked at #10 vs #13 for Faith. But it's 2022 and who the fuck is still talking about Riley? (mostly) Nobody!

But for Faith? There's gorgeous gifsets and insightful meta essays and text posts and webweaving poetry posts about Faith and Fuffy. (I'm not even gonna get into the fanfic that's still getting posted.) That's what Fuffy is still inspiring, nearly 20 years after going off the air!

So... also proud of you FUFFY Nation. Sometimes I get a little choked up (like Buffy here) and sometimes I get hopeful and thoughtful (like Faith here). Here's to a great 2023!!

Gif credits: top (sweet on her) is from BTVS 7x20 by @raggeddypondond middle (drink and porch) is from Faith in 7.19 by @shelly-johnson bottom (right in the feels) is from Buffy & Faith 7.18 by @cwladiesdaily

Additional gif that I couldn't figure out how to include: linked gif proof of Eliza supporting Fuffy is from pullmysoul

#btvs #faith lehane #eliza dushku #fuffy #faith x buffy #eliza dushku appreciation #thank you original gifmakers you are worth your weight in gold!

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half-a-brain-cell · 6 months

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In Buffy Season 4 episode 15 when we see Faith walking out of the hospital and the voiceover is Buffy telling Riley "You know I never stopped thinking about you" ohmygod that's for the buffy x faith thruthers

#buffy #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #faith lehane #buffy x faith #faith x buffy #90s #almost made me CRY #they are girlfriends you can't change my mind

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five-bi-five-mind · 2 years

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Starving

Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Pairing: Faith x fem!reader

Words: 2k+

Summary: Isn’t it funny how slaying always makes Faith incredibly hungry? (yeah that’s the plot. It’s pure smut folks.)

Genre: Again, just smut.

Warnings: dom!Faith, sub!Reader, strap-on (r receiving), rough sex, oral on strap (r giving), overstimulation.

After a night filled with slaying demons, Faith is usually hungry… but after a night of single-handedly finding a demon hideout and vanquishing every last one of them, with more than a few close calls along the way, tonight Faith is fucking starving.

But it wasn’t food she wanted.

No, you learned that the minute she kicked the door open.

She stalked towards you with purpose, the look in her eye sending chills down your spine. With speed, strength, and even grace that only a slayer could have, you found yourself pressed against the wall of your bedroom, with Faith’s mouth pressed against yours in a bruising kiss.

She was all over you before you could even register it. One hand was in your hair, the other was unzipping and sliding into your pants and right between your legs. Her fingers quickly found your clothed clit and started rubbing tight circles through the fabric. Your hips moved in time with her hand and honestly you were still trying to catch up with what was happening, but that was made harder by the way her fingers were moving against you and the fact that suddenly you found yourself wanting so much more.

Faith’s hands leave your body as suddenly as this whole night has begun and you couldn’t catch yourself before letting out a frustrated whine.

Faith just smirks and lets out a chuckle before pulling at the belt to her jeans and then undoing her zipper. Your eyes are glued to her hands and you gasp when you see the silicone of her favorite strap spring up.

“What the fuck?!” You whispered, “you had that on while patrolling?!”

“Yeah, of course, baby girl,” Faith grins as she’s reaching for the hem of your pants. “It gives me a certain… edge.” She winks. “Plus, I knew tonight would be eventful.” And with that suddenly you felt her yank down, your pants and underwear down and off before you even realized it. Then, with just as much speed, she had you hoisted up as if you weighed nothing. You let out a squeal of surprise only for it to turn into a desperate moan of anticipation as you felt her line the strap up with your entrance. Faith stopped herself though, her eyes moving from where she was in between your legs to meet your eyes.

“Color, babe?” She asked, looking at you suddenly with love and gentleness rather than the hunger she had before.

“I… Um green,” you say between heavy breaths. “Definitely green.”

“Good girl,” and with that, the hunger returned to her eyes. She slowly pushed her hips forward, and your mouth fell open in a silent plea as you felt the toy begin to slide into you. It was definitely a bigger one than you two have used before, your brain didn’t register that it was new until you felt it start to stretch you in a way you haven’t experienced before. In a way that made you whimper and grip Faith’s shoulders tighter as she held you up.

“Oh princess” Faith grunted as she bottomed out inside of you, “you’re taking my cock so well.” She waited just a moment, her hips flush with yours, the strap buried inside you, before pulling out slowly and snapping her hips back in.

Your legs wrapped around her even tighter as she held you up against the wall effortless with her slayer strength. Your head was buried in her shoulder, whimpers constantly falling from your lips as you felt her hips start to move at a steady pace.

Faith started to pull your hips with her hands to match her thrusts, adding to the intoxicating sensation of her cock hitting you in just the right place. She was truly using you however she pleased and yet you didn’t even care. As long as she kept touching you, as long as her hips kept driving into you with force and stamina that only a slayer could have. You knew you’d have bruises, but you didn’t give a damn. Your legs started to tremble and your head flew from her shoulder to smack slightly against the wall as you cried out from a particularly hard thrust of Faith’s hips. Your eyes rolled back when she started to move even faster, her cock pounding into you in a way that you knew would leave you utterly wrecked in the morning.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” Faith said with a mocking tone. “Too bad, I ain’t done with ya yet.” She said darkly and suddenly her movement stopped. You were about to protest but before you could even get a word out, she pushed off the wall, you still held with your legs around her waist until she untangled you in a blink of an eye and threw you down on the motel bed. You landed with a grunt, looking up at her with desperation written all over your face.

“You come when I tell you to, got that princess?” She said as she stood over you. You nodded your head eagerly as you lay just at the edge of the bed. She knelt before you on the bed, her hands gripping your thighs, forcing you to spread your legs open for her. “Use your words.” She said and gave your thigh a painful squeeze, her nails leaving faint angry red marks against your skin.

“Y… yes.” You sounded so small as you finally complied.

“Good girl.” She pressed the toy to your entrance again, pausing yet again to ask “Color, princess?”

“Green,” you practically moan. “It’s green… Fuck, just… please.” Her grin at that is almost predatory. The look on her face would send any demon running for the hills in fear, but in your case it just turned you on that much more. She revels in the whimpering mess of a state she has you in for just a moment, watching the way you squirm for her. And then she dove back in, thrusting into you with ease. You let out a guttural moan that echoed through the whole room as you feel her yet again, bury herself deep inside you.

She leans over you as her hips continue to drive her strap into you. Your head is thrown back and your eyes are shut tight as the feeling of her inside you is yet again becoming overwhelming. You were heading for the edge, and you were heading there fast. Faith’s arm balances her as the other suddenly reaches out and grabs your chin.

“Look at me, princess” Faith commanded, her hips never losing their ruthless rhythm. “I want you to look at me when you come.” She squeezed your jaw slightly as she said those words. A surge of possessiveness welling inside her as she looks down at you and your wrecked state. She always got off on seeing just how much she affects you, how good she could make you feel. She loved that only she was allowed to do that. And she loved reminding you even more. “Who do you belong to?”

“Y… You,” you manage to groan out.

“Only me?”

“Yes… Fuck just please, let me come.”

“Good. Exactly. You’re all mine, cupcake. Only I get to fuck you like this.” Faith practically growls. “Now come for me.”

Your legs shook and you felt a burst of white hot pleasure course through you at her words. Your entire body shook and Faith continued to move her hips, albeit at a much slower pace, so you could ride out your orgasm.

You lay on the bed with her looking down at you. Your chest was heaving and your legs still slightly trembled, and Faith thought you looked fucking gorgeous.

Faith pulled out of you slowly before taking a step away from the edge of the bed. You took a few more deep breaths before sitting up and looking up at her as she stood there, her eyes almost black with hunger as she stared back at you.

“Get off the bed, and get on your knees,” she commanded and you immediately complied, your face now level with the strap, still glistening with your cum. “You remember, two taps means stop, right?” You just nodded as you looked back up at her.

“Good. Now, clean it for me, baby.” She didn’t give you much of a chance to respond. Her hand tangled, painfully in your hair and she pulled you closer. When you took it in your mouth, she wasted no time at pushing her hips forward and you felt tears well as you fought back the urge to gag. She began to move her hips and groaned at the friction the strap gave to her clit. With both hands braced on either of her thighs you tried your best to move in time with her hips, tears welling your eyes as she moved without a care. She began to pant and you could feel the slight shake of her legs from your grip on her thighs. You knew she was close, but before she could send herself over that edge she used the hand in your hair to jerk your head back abruptly. You gasped for air and winced at the sudden change, but you weren’t given much time to recover.

“Fuck, I need to be back inside you,” she grunted as she hauled you to your feet, practically manhandling you as she hoisted you up from the backs of your knees. Instinctively you went to cling to her. Your arms and legs locking onto her as her mouth found yours again in a desperate kiss. In a few short strides, you felt your back hit the wall and with strength only a slayer could have, Faith held you steadily against the wall with one arm and the other lined the cock back up with your entrance before sliding in with a powerful thrust for the third time that night.

“Oh fu- fuck” you nearly choked as Faith set a brutal pace, her hips snapping into you with more force than Faith usually lets herself. Faith was being a little more rough than usual, but the strap was hitting you in the perfect spot and you couldn’t give a damn about anything other than the woman who was currently moaning filthy things in your ear and buried deep inside you. Even after all that had already transpired tonight, you were close to coming yet again. Seeing Faith lose some of her control around you was quickly becoming your favorite thing. You could tell she was close too by the way her hips began to jerk at a less rhythmic pace and her grip on you began to tighten even more. “Faith- Faith please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for, anything, everything, as long as she wouldn’t stop touching you.

“Beg,” Faith practically panted, her hips slowly their movement. “Beg me to let you come again.”

It took you only a second to realize what she was saying and you complied immediately, desperate for her to continue with her unforgiving pace.

“Please, Faith, fuck please. Don’t stop,” you tried your best to move your hips against her to pick up more speed but with you still being held against Faith and the wall, you were completely at her mercy. “I need you to make me come. Please.” And that’s what did it, suddenly Faith resumed her speed and using her grip on you to move your hips in time with her own. All you could do was hold onto her for dear life when your orgasm finally came, with Faith not far behind, moaning your name as she came with you.

You both took a minute to catch your breath. Faith slid the toy out of you before setting you gently down onto the ground. You stood, leaning against the wall for support, as you waited to regain your strength. Faith pressed her forehead to yours, her hands moved to hold your hips as she too tried to regain composure.

“Well, damn,” Faith finally broke the silence. “That was fucking hot, princess. Didn’t think you’d have it in ya.” She chuckled before pecking your lips. “I’m proud of you, cupcake. Now, come on. Let’s get you all cleaned up and taken care of.”

With that she hoisted you up into her arms again, carrying you towards the shower, where you most definitely were taken care of… a few more times.

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prose-for-hire · 2 years

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Stake your bets

Pairing: Faith x reader; Buffy x platonic!reader

Request: hi, would it be okay to request a story or maybe hc's if you prefer about dating faith and being buffy's best friend and trying to make them get along? I love your work, I hope you're not overwhelmed by all the requests you're getting

Requested by: Anon

A/N: I think we can safely say I probably was overwhelmed by my requests lol !! Sorry for the wait, love, hope this one’s okay! 💖

You and Buffy had been best friends pretty much since her first day at high school. She had sat next to you in English class and you had to borrow a pencil when yours flew across the classroom. She was the best friend you had ever had, you told each other everything and nothing was ever too much information to share between you. I mean, you had saved the world together.

You shared so many amazing memories, some good and some bad. Some absolutely terrifying.

You were so close that you could barely find one of you without the other. You basically lived at each other’s houses. Attached at the hip. You just got on, you couldn’t explain it. Even when you argued, you never feared losing her as a friend. You knew there would be nothing worth losing your friendship over. So, when you started dating Faith, you knew it would be hard for her. But you hoped that she would be happy for you at least to begin with.

You had met Faith in the same way as everyone else when she had ran in and borrowed Buffy’s stake to dust a vamp before introducing herself at the Bronze. You didn’t know what to think of her to begin with, she was obviously very attractive (and she knew about it too). She kept to herself a lot after that, she didn’t really give much away other than that she liked to party and slay.

Her I-don’t-care persona intrigued you and after a while, you found yourself becoming more and more drawn to her. It was slowly at first, you paid more attention to the little things.

How she near always avoided talking about herself seriously. How she got a kick out of helping people but hated to let it show. And the cigarette she would always treat herself to after a really good slay. Even the gum she always bought and chewed on long patrols for something to do. By this point, it had made you wonder if this habit made her lips taste of ‘Very berry’…

You had it bad. You had grown close although she always appeared to be keeping you at a distance. Until one evening, you had asked if you could come on patrol with her. To her, it appeared out of the blue, but you had been trying and failing to ask all week. By Friday, you had worked up enough courage to ask and she shrugged to show that she didn’t mind, and you tried to hide your elation as you walked beside her into the night.

You spoke about anything and everything on that patrol, savouring every time you made her laugh. Real, genuine laughter from Faith was a divine sound. Though, you would never tell her that or risk getting teased within an inch of your life. At the end of the night, you rounded a corner and without saying anything, she slid her hand into yours. She was bold, much bolder than you. You would have waited at least a year to do something as scandalous and intimate as holding her hand.

But not her. Usually, she would have pressed you against a wall and kissed you without even a second thought, but that came a little later. There was something about you that, for once in her life, made her want to take things slow. It meant something. With you. And there was no chance she was letting you go once she realised that she had you.

Your relationship turned into a very well-kept secret. Not only because Faith thought pda and being as soft as she could be with you in public would make her look weak to humans and demons alike. But mostly because by this point, Buffy was starting to get jealous. Not because she wanted to date you, not at all. But because she thought she had been replaced by Faith as your very best friend.

You had tried to balance your time between them equally, honest you had. But there was only so much time in a day and your relationship was new and you found yourself aching for Faith every moment you spent apart.

One day, you woke up by Faith’s side pressed against the soft skin of her back and you knew it was the day you wanted everyone to know about your relationship. You couldn’t describe why or what had made this day so special, it was like any other. You woke up by her side in the mid-morning glow and pressed soft kisses against her exposed shoulder to wake her up. She turned and sleepily reached for you, sighing contently in a way she never had before she started to share her bed with you.

Later that day, when you had reluctantly left your girlfriend’s side, you met up with Buffy for your usual catch up at the Espresso Pump. She told you all of the latest gossip and she passed you an unusual looking rock she had picked up on patrol (you always collected weird looking rocks and trinkets when you went out patrolling with your best friend because sometimes it could get really boring).

You eventually managed to broach the subject that had been making you nervous the entire time you had spent at the coffee shop. You knew that Buffy would never end your friendship over anything like this, but her approval and support really mattered to you. And you just wanted her and Faith to get on.

“I need to tell you something…”

“If you’re gonna tell me you’re a secret vampire I might give you a 30 second head start before I start slaying” Buffy said, a hint of a smile in her voice although she could tell you were a little uneasy. Buffy had firmly decided that she didn’t like Faith. They were too different, they never seemed to agree on anything. Especially not slaying. So you didn’t want to cause yet another argument by admitting that you were dating.

But you couldn’t keep it from your best friend. You had kept exactly three secrets from her before this one and all led to a near-death experience (on your part). So you had learned the hard way to trust her with even your darkest secrets.

“No, it’s, well… me and Faith. We’re together. I think I might love her, actually” You said softly. She had never seen you like this, you had relationships in the past. Good ones, even. But never one like this. Where you had fallen so deeply and so willingly for someone. For your Faith.

“You’ve got to be kidding, the Emo slayer? She-who-must-not-be-tamed?”

“Please, just, hear me out before you start the name calling. What are you, seven?”

“One word: why?”

After a long conversation, that went off on several tangents and consisted of one shared cry and a long hug, you and Buffy were on good terms. You didn’t like keeping things from her and she admitted her own secrets she had been withholding too. Things went back to normal between you and Buffy and were even better between you and Faith. It told your lover that she mattered to you, that you wanted everyone to know that you were with her.

“I told her”

“Yeah? You actually want people to know about us then, huh?” she said this as if she assumed you might be embarrassed to love someone like her. But that could never be true.

“Faith, I love you. I would announce it to the world if I could” you insisted, taking her hand in yours and pressing a delicate kiss to the back of her hand. You swore you saw her blush as she pulled you into her, her lips meeting yours in a way that it never had. It was her way of telling you that she loved you back. She wasn’t quite able to say the words yet, but you knew instantly from the sensitive graze of her lips against yours that she had never felt anything more.

However, it took a good, long while to get Buffy and Faith back in the same room without them both exchanging some kind of snide comment. They were both intensely jealous people, though neither would admit it. But they both cared for you even more so and eventually, came around to trying to get on. For you.

Luckily, you were a person with a plan. In fact, you had made a list. Ten pages long (front and back) of ways you were going to convince them that they should both get along. Some of the most ridiculous ideas included hiring a paid vampire to try and attack them whilst also helping them bond as well as telling them that there was an ancient prophecy that the slayers had to like each other or the world could end.

You chose game night as your first activity. Which, in hindsight was probably not your best idea on the list as it brought with it a big element of competition. Something you could have done without. You had chosen Monopoly at first but there had been a creative interpretation of the rules by both of the slayers and so you had to call the end and pretend it was a draw to save each of them from ripping the other’s head off.

When you settled on poker, after Faith took out some matches to use after Buffy said she didn’t want to use real money. You had been on a losing streak for most of the night and you had been teased twice that it was a good job you weren’t playing strip poker. Something Faith quickly added she wouldn’t want to do with Buffy even if she paid her.

But suddenly, you started to win. Just a few games at first but you got better as the night went on. As did the mood between Buffy and Faith. They were civil, at least, and that was all you could really ask for.

Eventually, you realised that they were letting you win. Not only that, but they had silently agreed on this while you weren’t paying attention. They didn’t like that little droopy look you did when you realised you lost. They did a good job of letting you lose just enough times that you really could have been winning by your own skill. But you had seen glances of their cards every now and again and saw they weren’t playing their best hands.

You never called them out though, you didn’t let on that you knew because they had found a way to work together. To get on even if they weren’t as close with each other as you were with them both. Perhaps they never would be, but what made you glow was that they were at least making an effort. For you.

You ended up having regular game nights to unwind whenever there was no heavy slayer patrol needed, you leaned against Faith, lacing your hands with hers. She accused you of looking at her cards but never moved from the comfort of your touch. Buffy pretended to gag at the proximity you shared but you could see the way the corners of her mouth twitched into a slight smile. She had never seen you so happy and it was truly all she wanted for you. To be your happiest.

It actually went well for a while, you could be yourself around these women and you loved them both dearly, in different ways. You spent most of your time with your best friend and your girlfriend and found yourself having fun.

That was, of course, until Buffy found out about Faith and the Mayor…

#Faith x reader #Faith lehane x reader #Faith x you #Faith lehane x you #btvs #btvs imagine #btvs x you #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #btvs x reader #Buffy summers #Buffy summers x reader #fluff #faith lehane imagine #faith imagine #x reader #gender neutral #gn reader #buffy

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