#btvs spike x y/n

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Waves (Spike x YN)

Request: Nope. Just another concept that turned way too long. Continuation of other fics.

TW: Mentions of blood and phsyical harm.

Word Count: 2.2k

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Another night of hunting. Another night covered in blood. You walked half contorted down the street, in pain after your battle. Your body was regenerating but it was still painful. How many more nights if this hell before you found peace. You would cry, like you did in the past, but there's no point. It brings no relief. So, you just hobbled home in the dead of night hoping no civilian would catch you. Cause what a horrifying sight you are.

Smoke litters the air as Spike exhales. Another night of helping the slayer. Another night of getting his ass handed to him for getting cocky around her. He wishes he wasn't infatuated with her, but life just happens. A quick thought interrupted his line of thought. The cursed slayer. He hasn't seen her in 3 days. He misses her. Now that she doesn't work at The Magic Shop it’s harder to see her. Maybe every other day he'll see her in the cemetery with Buffy or alone but never on a consistent schedule. He knows where she lives... he could visit her. He would blush if he had any blood to produce a blush. How silly is he being? Him, chasing after the cursed slayer. Ridiculous.

He trails off from the cemetery, still debating on whether to visit y/n or not. What reasons would he have for stopping by? The waltz! He offered her a dance! He stops in his tracks and shakes his head. He was being silly. No one that experienced and ancient would care to spend time with him. Even if they were friends. She was just being polite. He tried to reason with himself. He has never felt so much doubt over someone. With Buffy it was straight forward, stalk and wear her down. With y/n it’s so complicated. Like playing a game without rules.

His attention is caught by a trail of blood on the ground. He's on high alert. He follows the zig zag of blood down the street. This is the street to y/n's house. He walks faster, afraid for her safety. As he turns the corner he sees her, a macabre sight of body parts twisted and torn. He holds his breath as if he had any. He rushes to her side.

You become aware of a presence behind you. You're tired and badly hurt, but if a fight has to happen then you are ready.

"Y/n!" Spike yells after you.

The wave of relief that washes over you is insurmountable.

You barely turn as he runs up to you, worry etched on his face.

"Despite my current presentation, I'm fine." You interject before he can get a word out.

"You look like death."

"I'll survive." You try to hobble past him.

Without any warning he scoops you up into his arms, your face against his chest. You feel a blush coming on. He starts at a steady and careful pace back to your house.

"I can walk." You argue.

"Barely" he says.

You sigh. You would never admit it but you like how it feels to be taken care of. You breath in the scent if dirt and leather that clings to Spike. You stay quiet the rest of the way, contemplating how much different your life would be if you had Spike around. You wave the idea away. He belongs to Buffy and you belong to the curse, simple as that.

You reach your house, still in his arms. He gently puts you down on your feet. You're surprised by his gentle nature.

"Thank you." You smile, trying to steady yourself.

"What are friends for." He pauses for a second. "You owe me a dance." He felt like a putz bringing it up in her current state. Why did his brain short circuit around her?

You chuckle. "I haven't forgotten. Maybe next time." You turn away and walk inside your house.

As soon as the door closes, he hangs his head. What an idiot he's being! Asking for a dance when she can barely move. Might as well wear a sign that says touch starved. He walks back home, hands in his pocket, angry and embarrassed. He can still smell her blood on him, making him hungry.

The next day he was itching to see y/n again. He had to wait at the cemetery, maybe? Walk up her street? He didn't know where to locate her, simply that he had to make sure she was okay. After a while he gives up and starts to walking by y/n's street to find her sitting by the curve. She looks in pain.

He rushed to your side. You have a broken leg. You thought it would be a good idea to limp back home after your early but painful altercation with a demon. Spike crouches down to your level.

"What do we got here?" He says in a playful tone trying to hide his concern.

"You should see the other guy."

Spike frowned at seeing the damage. "Can you get up?"

"Yes. And no, you're not carrying me today. I've been taking care if myself for years and I can do it now."

"A bloody terrible job you've been doin’."

"Rude" you get up and start limping again.

Before you can get your footing Spike sweeps you up again. You protest but he hushes you. Again, incredulous. This man is sweet but is getting on your last nerve.

"Sorry love, can't let you waste away." He looks down at you. He notices how fragile you are in his arms, how good you feel so close to him, and how much power he has over you in this one moment.

He quickly looks up, trying to avoid your prodding gaze. "Tell me what happened."

"Simple. Demon had a club. I got cocky. He swung, broke my leg and I swung my sword and cut his head."

"Big fan of decapitation, I see."

"All in a night's work." You grinned.

"You say you’ve always taken care o’ yourself. Does every night end like this?"

"Most nights, yes. It’s just me and the big bad demons. I do get careless cause of the whole immortality bit."

He nods. You both reach your house. He gently puts you down on your feet. You sway and he catches you. You look up, your faces mere inches from each other. You take the time to admire his chiseled face, his sharp cheek bones and his blue eyes. All the while he enjoys getting reacquainted with the valley of your lips, and the deep hue of color in your eyes. He wonders how soft your lips really are. He pulls back at the thought and you almost stumble onto him. He steadies you, from a distance. You laugh at his reaction.

"Once again, thank you. You always seem to show up when I need you, and I appreciate that."

He nods, contemplating his next move. You turn to open, enter and close your door. However, Spike puts his foot on the door.

"I don't want you goin' our without me."

"Excuse me?" You're incredulous.

"Every time you're alone you get hurt. We can't have that now, can we? So, you're with me from now on."

You stand there speechless. Before you can retort he ends the conversation with "I'll pick you up at 9." And walks away.

The following night you wait for him, amused at how the night will turn out. A knock is heard in the distance. You open it to see Spike, your chaperone if the night.

"Good evening. Where to m'lady?"

You laugh at his antics. As you walk towards the woods you explain to Spike your goal for the night. To take down set of twin demons that have been trying to lure children to eat them. Spike is attentive and energized. He wanted to impress you. He wanted to prove to you that he was no sniveling child vampire. Just because there is an 800 year difference between the two of you, it doesn't mean that he's useless.

You both make it to an empty playground.

"Here?" Spike asks.

"Here." You confirm.

So, you sit and wait. Spike steals glances at you, hoping to catch your eye. He has never felt so small and shy. You turn to look at him and smile "nervous, baby boy?"

He is taken aback, speechless. Baby boy! You had some gal! He didn't know if to fight back or let you dominate him. Neither action came to fruition due to two big demons coming into view.

You stand ready, "show time, baby boy." You run up at the twin demons.

Spike needs a minute to rewire his thoughts and calm his feelings. Once reconnected he runs after you to back you up.

You both go on a head on collision with the demons. Spike is surprised at your direct approach. He can tell you're too focused on the win and not on your safety. He swoops in to play defense and keep you safe. While you work on slashing and punching, Spike works on blocking and moving you out of the way. You both work as a unit, fearless of what’s to come. Your bodies speak a language that only you two understand.

The demons are tired and bruised but you guys aren't done. Spike calls your name as he pushes one of the demons your way. Your sword is ready, and you stab into him with ease. Spike misses his cue as you call to him and the other demon attacks him, hurting him. You call to him one last time throwing your sword his way. He catches it with ease and stabs the demon multiple times. You're both triumphant.

You walk up to Spike to assess the damage.

"It's bleeding but not terrible" Spike states.

You nod and sling his arm around your shoulders. You both limp towards your house.

"Thank you. You were amazing." You compliment him.

He smirks, "You weren't half bad."

"If you hadn't been there those demons would've taken me out."

"I know" Spike smiles his shit eating grin.

You stop at your porch and Spike moves away from you. "Good night. I'll see you tomorrow night" and he starts walking away.

"Wait, I'm gonna patch you up." You stop him from moving farther away from you.

He freezes. "Love, I'd have to come in..." He trails off at the prospect of being in your home.

You chuckle. "I know." You stand inside your house. "Go ahead, ask."

He couldn't believe it. Dead heart be still. "Can I come in?"

"Nah."

Spike's jaw drops. Ridiculous. He feels like storming off until he hears you laugh which makes his blood boil.

"Wait! Don't leave. I’m sorry. Ask again. Please." You say trying to get your laughter under control.

He asks again, and you say yes. And he feels all the air, if any, leave his body. He was elated and giddy.

He saunters into your home as if it was his own. He takes in the space, the furniture.

"Take a seat, I'll be right back" you point to your couch.

You bring him a cup of water and a med kit. He is humbled at your gesture. So simple yet so loving.

"Take off your shirt." You say as you look through your med kit.

"Buy me a drink first, love" he chuckles and complies.

You make an annoyed face, but it’s quickly washed off at the sight at his body. He was breathtaking. Dips and valleys hidden under hard lines of muscles. You remind yourself to breathe. You refocus and go to tending his wound. You are careful, loving as your work on him.

He admires your gentle hands, So carefully caring for him. Buffy would never. Yet y/n will always. Always. He snaps back from his reverie as you apply the anti-septic to his wound. It stings.

"All new!" You state looking at your handy work.

"Thank you..." he mumbles as he pulls his shirt down.

"My pleasure. I mean, it was a pleasure to help. I mean not that I take pleasure in seeing your hurt. I mean - " Spike places his pointer and middle finger to your lips. A firm but gentle gesture.

"I know what you mean." He smiles, a genuine one. "I have to go now. The sun is rising."

As he turns away you pull at his duster. "Stay."

He turns slowly, in surprise of what he just heard.

"Stay" you repeat. "You can stay on the couch. It’s a pull out."

He makes eye contact. He steps closer, purposefully entering your personal space. One hand distracts itself by playing with your hair. The other ghosted over yours at your side.

He knew, in that moment, that you would look out for him no matter what. The woman he got to know before he knew her as the cursed slayer was still there. The attentive eyes, the smart mouth and the loving heart. All that he needed. He refuses to let himself drown in this feeling. Not yet. He needed time before he let himself swim in your waves of love. But there was no harm in taking a dip, just for tonight.

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Spike x Female Reader Pt. 1

“You’re upset.” He pointed out. You huffed, crossing your arms. “No, I’m not.” Spike smiled. “Yeah. And we’re not vampires.” He said in a playful manner. “Oh, shut up.” You walked away from him. “Love. Come on. Don’t be mad.” He chased after you. You gritted your teeth. “Get your head in the game, Spike.” He raised an eyebrow. “I’d rather get my head somewhere else.” You stopped.

Spike bumped into you. You turned around and faced him. “Spike!" You scolded him. He only smiled mischievously in return. “Don’t be upset, Love. It’s a promise. One that I tend to keep.” He huskily said, staring into your eyes. You looked away. The cool wind felt good against your flushed face.

“W-whatever. J-just keep a distance.” You stammered over what to say. He always flirted with you. He grinned. There’s that expression that I love. As long as I’m around, there will be no frowns. 

“Spike and Y/N. What a rare sight?” A vampire mockingly clapped. You calmly stared at him. This. Is trying to rile me up? You yawned. Spike titled his head. “What do you want?” He held his hands up. “What? Can’t a vampire roam around?” You blinked. He’s either stalling us or is trying to start something? “Have fun.” You walked past him. He was no threat. His only threat was boring you to death. 

“Seriously. You’re no fun.” He speeded in front of you. You looked up at him. Spike snarled, his fangs popping out. You smiled at the vampire. “How’s this for fun?” You plunged your hand into his chest. You gripped his heart. “Isn’t it fun?” You looked over at Spike before looking back at Frank. Spike laughed. “I’m sure you know what I can do. Now, tell me. Are you dying to find out?” You snarled at Frank. He let out a painful groan. “N-no.” You tilted your head. You heard footsteps. “This is my final warning. Take it before I take your heart.” You released his heart and quickly pulled your hand out. 

Frank held his chest and disappeared. “What was that?” Buffy exclaimed, staring at your bloody hand. Spike grumbled. Here she goes again. You wiped your hand. “It’s not as exciting as it was. A century ago, I would have ripped him apart and scattered him around.” You mumbled, clenching your fist. Buffy eyes went wide. “I thought you had it under control.” You coldly laughed. “I’m not a pet. I’m a vampire. The urge comes and goes. Your hate for vampires is no different from mine. You should be thankful that my targets are vampires.”

Spike was in awe. ‘Your chip must be failing then.” You scoffed. “Chip.  I’m not a good vampire. No offense. I know right from wrong. It’s time you get it in your head. I was born a vampire. I’m not some software that you can fix when it becomes flawed.” Spike shrugged. He wasn’t offended. Bloody chip was making him act in a role that seemed human.

Buffy shook her head. What is wrong with her? “And that professor of yours. He won’t find anything. The sooner you accept that I, a vampire, lives and is a part of your twisted humane society, the better.” You said through grit teeth. It was frustrating. It was pain to explain yourself when they kept demonizing you.

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[thissharktypes]

Spike (btvs) x reader

Sensitive crybaby reader x bitchy Spike lol GN reader College age Scoobies and reader

You swing your legs back and forth on the kitchen counter, nibbling on a peanut butter drenched apple slice while you watch Buffy, Giles and Xander bicker back and forth about the best way to dispatch of yet another group of vamps. The door swings open and Spike stalks in, boots thudding loudly enough to pause the chatter before they resume bickering. You hop down and trot over to Spike with a big grin on your face and a handful of apple slices. “Hi Spike! How are you tonight?” you chirp up at him, your smile faltering only slightly when he scowls at you, rolling his eyes and dropping himself down on the couch. You follow suit, sitting on the edge to give him space, you hold out you hand “Do you want an apple slice?” his mouth curls down in disgust “Can’t you leave me alone? Everytime you’re around it’s talk talk talk,” he makes a talking motion with his hand “Starting to think you’re just drenching your panties every time you see me at this point.” you retract your hand and stand up “Sorry Spike! I’ll leave you alone.” Your voice still bubbly despite the tears clouding your eyes.

Blinking rapidly you duck your head and quickly maneuver into the kitchen, busying yourself with making dinner for the group. Focusing on cutting veggies and stirring pots, picking out spices here and there, all these little things help you brush off another one of Spike’s outbursts “Hey, you okay?” Willow touches your shoulder gently and you nod “It’s fine, really! I know he’s just cranky today.” she sighs “Y/N he’s always like that, why do you keep trying to be nice to him?” you shrug, suddenly finding your shoes very interesting “I guess,” you hesitate “I guess I feel a sort of connection to him?” you squint at Willow “Before I met you guys I had nobody, I was just the weird kid.” You laugh softly “I know that deep loneliness, Nobody deserves that.” you whisper. Willow lets out a soft ‘awwwe’ and throws her arms around you. Out of everyone she had always been your closest friend, stumbling across her in the college library and immediately hitting it off by bonding over your similar fandom shirts you had both worn that day.

After a plan had been agreed on you set out bowls and plates, Willow trailing behind with silverware and cups. A big pot of pastina, fresh bread and a wonderful salad decorated your table. Cooking was something you took pride in, always so happy to share with your loved ones. But your eyes flickered towards Spike who had taken a seat near the end of the table, a spoon tightly grasped in his hand. You know in your heart that Spike could be kind, but the fear of him insulting the only thing you felt like you could offer to the group was rattling around in your skull.

Despite your hesitation you give him the benefit of the doubt and settle yourself in a chair too, letting everyone grab what they want before you serve yourself. Praises and compliments of how good it smells and how pretty everything is make you beam with pride “Okay okay enough talking, everyone eat!” you flap your hands dramatically. Everyone seems pleased with the food and casual conversations spark up before a groan followed by the loud clattering of a spoon and a chair being pushed back “I know the little one doesn’t have any useful skills for your merry little crew, but the food isn’t that good.” he turns on his heel and leaves, the door slamming shut behind him. All eyes are on you while you desperately try and keep a smile on your face while choking back tears, a hand slides into yours, you already know its Willow “It’s really good Y/N, you always cook for us when we’re sick or sad and it always makes us better, we wouldn’t keep coming over for meals if we didn’t like it.” Xander nods in agreement “You know me, I can’t lie about food.” he says through a mouthful of pasta and bread. You let out a watery laugh “Thanks you guys, It’s okay, I’ll keep trying. One day I’ll make him like me!” you wipe your eyes, ignoring the frustrated looks the group passes each other, all of them knowing you had spent every moment you could fighting to make Spike happy despite how much they all hated him.

Weeks pass, cookies laughed at, little clay sculptures insulted, clothing picked at, hair messed up, you took it all. Every last insult, every angry look, you tried so hard with your gifts, never giving up, until he took it too far.

Buffy had been gushing about some guy she met on campus, you and Willow sipping tea while the rest of the gang sat around the tv nearby “Ugh, I can’t even explain it!” she squealed happily “It’s like he’s perfect, and absolutely no vampy, demon-y, creepiness at all!” you and Willow give fake applause before you three melt into a pile of giggles “That just leaves you Y/N,” the red head wiggles her eyebrows “Everyone here has someone except you,” her nose scrunches “And crabby pants.” you swat her arm gently, laughing “I have a better chance at getting someone than that poor sod,” Spike shouts at the group “Nobody would pick such a boring creature like Y/N.” he snickers.

Your head swims, you have no idea why that hurt so much worse than anything he had said before. You stare at the table, trying to will away the sob that was bubbling up. Slowly standing, you push yourself away from the table, tears streaming down your cheeks. His grin drops as soon as he sees your face, but you’re gone, the front door flung wide open, silence falling over the room while your retreating figure gets farther and farther away. Willows fists clench, she had bit her tongue for the sake of you, but screw it “You fucking asswipe!” she chucks a plate at Spikes head, eyes wide, he ducks, just barely missing it “Every time Y/N does something nice you stomp on it! Do you know how hard they worked on every little gift for you?” her feet guide her in front of the now cowering blond man “And every single time you. made. them. Cry.” she jams a finger in his chest each time to punctuate her words “But they never give up, no matter how many times we all warn them about you they still pour their heart and soul into caring about you because they believed you deserved love and affection.” Willow snarls the last bit out, her rant more rage filled than any of her friends even thought she could muster.

Willows chest heaves, suddenly out of breath. She steps back, about to follow her friend outside before a hand stops her “I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.” Spikes face is hard as he leaves, unsure of how to handle the new information.

Over an hour of searching with no sign of you, he kicks a nearby tree, bark and wood splintering into the air “Bloody ponce!” he rakes his hands through his hair, aggravated “Such a bloody idiot!” Spike paces back and forth, a slew of self hatred spewing from his mouth. A twig snaps but he doesn’t even notice “Spike?” you sniffle, eyes puffy and red “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” he whips around to face you, drinking in your pouty, quivering lips, how you’re hugging your elbows and shivering, the mud staining your pants. All this and your first thought is to comfort him? He has you pulled into his arms, face buried in your hair, gripping you against him, before you can even repeat your question. A muffled ‘Oh!’ as your face is smothered in his chest. You both stand like that for who knows how long, Spike’s fingers carefully running through your hair, pausing to unravel tangles or pull out little bits of twigs or leaves. You squirm, your legs hurting from holding you up for so long after running. He shifts and suddenly you’re both on the ground, you on his lap, now swaddled tightly in his jacket. Spike presses kisses all over your face before guiding you to nuzzle into his neck, he’s rambling and you’re barely able to catch each word “I’m so sorry love, I truly am, I shouldn’t have been such a wanker to you.” he tucks his jacket under your chin “I was…” he swallows “Scared, I ‘spose. You were just so sweet, absolutely dotting on me pet, I’m not used to it.” your hand curls into a fist, gripping his shirt “I’ve been right smitten with you since you tried to give me that dinosaur band-aid,” you smile against his skin, remembering that day “You had said somethin’ about you having ‘Ello Kitty ones too but you didn’t want me to be embarrassed.” he pulls you even closer “I kept everything, ate all your little treats too, took everything in me to not beg you to cook for me.” you pull back and look up at him with such a soft look on your face his breath catches in his throat “Really?” your voice is so quiet he almost didn’t hear you, but he nods, his now messy hair falling across his forehead “Pet… You scared me when you ran off, Willow put the fear of capital G-O-D into me, threw a plate at me and everything,” he chuckles “Your friends love you, so vocal about how much they care, made me a bit jealous I think.” he nods “I could write a thousand sonnets about your kindness and it would never be enough to even begin to explain how much I cherish you.” your lips are pressed to his the second he finishes. Wrapped in each others arms, soft kisses, sweet nothings whispered in your ears, everything you could have hoped for and more.

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[chronically-ghosted]

title: you may be dead, but i’m still pretty

rating: explicit, 18+

pairing: max phillips x f!reader

word count: ~5700

summary: it’s Max’s birthday so you agree to indulge him with one of his biggest and most well-hidden fantasies: Buffy Summers. (AKA the one where you dress up as a slutty cheerleader with a stake and completely own his ass)

warnings/tags: i feel like i should send sarah michelle gellar an apology letter for this, BSDM dynamics, tying up, edging, orgasm denial, blow jobs, brief use of plugs, oral (f and m receiving), piv sex, SMUT, no use of y/n, no reader descriptions other than hair long enough to put into pigtails, max dressed as the dollar store general version of Spike (and satisfies the little goth freak inside of me), dare i tag this as btvs or should i more accurately tag it as Boofay the Vampire Layer, as you can see i had way too much fun with this

a/n: from @heareball ‘s request from my 100 followers celebration: 24. A whispered, “Fuck, can we do that again?” against the other’s lips.” with our boy Max Phillips? smutty? (your original ask got deleted! i'm so sorry 😔)

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The doorknob to the front door of the luxurious apartment rattled as someone on the other side struggled with the keys in the lock. With a squeak, the door opened and a woman stumbled through. With seemingly no one else home, you frown, confused by the darkness and the seemingly empty apartment. 

“Mom? Dawn? I’m home from cheer practice. Isn’t it supposed to be pizza night?”

No one answered you, the shadows empty and looming. Slightly more worried now, you slip your backpack off one shoulder, your hand sliding into one of the pockets. 

“Ha, ha, very funny, guys, but it’s not my birthday. You can come out now. But feel free to leave out the presents and cake.”

You sneak around to the living room, your hand wrapped firmly around your trusty weapon in your backpack, your pigtails twitching back and forth as you peer into the gloom. Nothing moves, but the shadows feel closer, heavier, darker. You pause, wait, listening, anticipating –

Something moves in the far corner of the room and then strong arms snatch you up around your elbows. You squeak, surprised and a little pissed he managed to sneak up on you, as a long, warm tongue licks up the side of your neck, fangs pinching at your earlobe.

“Slayer,” the shadow hisses, “finally, she came out to play." Oh, no, you trained for this. For six whole weeks at the Y just for this one goddamn move. 

You plant your feet just like you were taught, twisting your body in his arms to readjust his weight and you spin, throwing him over your shoulder and onto his back on the ground. Hardly giving him time to shake off the shock, you snatch up your backpack and pounce on his chest. 

Wide eyes stare up at you from beneath thick black eyeliner. Dark hair slicked back, with at least one fake silver stud in his ear, the vampire watches you with surprise and obvious arousal. Hands with black nail polish hover above your thighs, itching to sink down into your plush flesh. If he thought that was a surprise, just wait until –

You pull a stake out from your backpack and hold it above his chest. 

Behind your ass, his cock jumps awake. You suppress a giggle and force your mouth into a teasing smirk. You press the tip right into his chest and the styrofoam cracks. The vampire breathes sharply through his nose when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra beneath your “Middleton High” cheerleader’s uniform. 

“What do you have to say for yourself? For a creature of the night, you’re kinda lame.” 

Grinning, his hands drop against your thighs, thumb slipping under the edge of the white stocking under your knee, the black shirt around his chest tight and far too complimentary of his biceps. 

“And you’re just a cheerleader. Tell me, are these stockings standard regulation?” 

You shift your weight, pressing into him with your hips and the fake stake, your other hand on his chest, exactly where you put it when you ride him. His mouth drops open slightly when he feels your wet underwear through his shirt, his eyes fluttering.

“I only hunt naughty vampires,” you coo. “Are you going to behave?” 

Brown eyes slipping into a heated blackness as he squirms beneath you, two fangs descend from his upper row of teeth, his tongue licking them teasingly. God, he knows exactly what the sight of him like that does to you. 

“Depends on what you make me do.” 

You smirk and roll your hips once – he groans. “I’m going to make you be very, very naughty.” 

You slide back, out of the reach of his outstretched hands, still pointing that stake at him, and beckon him towards you. He eagerly pushes himself up, revealing that tight torso to the moonlight. You catch a glimpse of his tight black jeans for the first time all night and your mouth waters. You can definitely see the hot outline of his cock, bulging against the seam of his pants. Why didn’t you do this earlier? 

You swallow and catch his gaze again. He’s smirking, glancing down to where you were so shamelessly staring. Flushed slightly, you push him down the hall as if walking a purp back to the holding cell. He even stumbles with his hands up in surrender. You take him by the shoulder and shove him into the bedroom. 

“You’re kind of strong for someone of your size,” he says as he tumbles into the room. 

“Cheerleading is harder than it looks.” His tongue runs the length of his bottom lip as he watches you in a comically small skirt slink towards him. “Kneel for me.” 

He drops to his knees without hesitation, his broad shoulders tight with anticipation. You tuck the tip of the stake under his chin, tilting his head up to look you in the eye.

“Being a hot cheerleader takes a lot out of me.” You prop the sole of your sneaker up against his shoulder, giving him a perfect view of your black lace underwear. His eyes flicker between your crotch and your face. “Take off my shoes for me.” 

His breathing hitches as he delicately takes the back of your ankle, the heat from his fingers warm even through the stocking, as he uses his deft fingers on the other hand to pluck your laces free. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ma’am is my mother.” You cock your head. “Try again.”

“Yes, Slayer.” He nuzzles your shin as he slowly slips the sneaker off your foot, still delicately holding your ankle as if it is precious glass. Looking up at you for permission to continue, his eyelashes thick and heavy, he slowly lowers your foot to the ground, but his hand stays at your heel. Before you can stop him, his hand skitters up and squeezes the back of your thigh, so you press your other knee against his throat and he chokes.

“That’s one,” you warn. He nods, swallowing, and you shift to put your other sneaker against his shoulder. 

“One what, Slayer?” His hands are barely trembling as he unties your laces, tosses your sneaker to the ground. You know he can smell your wetness leaking out onto your panties. His already dark eyes flash with unrestrained want, trying to see where your slick stains your crotch. 

“One time you don’t get to come.” 

His eyes leap from under your skirt up to your face, his mouth slack and desire hot across his face and you nearly give up the game right then – tackle him to the ground and shove your tongue down his throat. But, no, this is what he asked for so you’re going to give it to him. You breathe, trying to steady your own unbalanced nerves, and he sets a warm palm on your knee. 

It’s your boyfriend in his eyes, not some horny creature of the night, asking are you okay? Do you want to keep going? Despite giving him everything he wants, he would drop this scene in an instant if you were uncomfortable in any way. 

You quell the adoration expanding in your chest with an inhale, drop the stake, and you set your shoulders back. You twist your ankle around the back of his neck and flex.

“Come here.” Desire overwhelms his face again, jaw tightening, eyes widening to black as he shuffles forward, careful to keep your leg balanced over his shoulder. 

“Can I touch you, Slayer?” He breathes, voice low and wrecked, hands twitching. Your knee bends over his shoulder, your heel pressing into his back. 

You nod, chest stuttering, his warm breath against your hot inner thigh sending arousal licking up your spine. You nod again and his hand cups the back of your thigh, the curve of your ass, his fingers cradling your opposite knee to steady you. He squeezes just below your ass and you groan. 

“I want my panties drenched. You figure out how to do that.” 

A heavy noise from his chest, and he ducks his head beneath your pleated skirt. His fingers pull aside the crotch of your panties and that first lick has you both groaning. He cups your ass again, pushing you into his face and sending your leg further over his shoulder. You might have stumbled, your knee already weak, had it not been for his hands gripping you, clutching you to his mouth.

He tilts your hips up, holds your pelvis like a bowl, and eats. 

He sucks one lip into his mouth, and then the other, tonguing your flesh as if it needed to be wetter. He dips his chin, licking from your clenching hole up to your clit, groaning praises around the drops of slick that cling to his lips. Tongue firm and steady, he fucks you with it, the curve of his nose pressing against your clit. Heat blooms, pulsates with every plunge of his tongue, your cunt fluttering around him, and it rockets up your spine, yanking your head back. 

“Oh, Jesus – fuck,” your nails dig into his shoulder, his name just in the back of your throat, and the vibration in his chest that you feel against your wet thigh has your knee buckling. With a growl that reverberates up into your cervix, he clutches you tighter, tongue painting you with your own slick even faster. He tucks your clit up into his mouth and sucks – hard.

Your orgasm that detonates in your core is unexpected, strong, and completely knocks you off balance. Entirely dependent on him to keep you upright, you hold him against you, his satisfied licks carrying you through it, teasing aftershocks, and he drinks the splash that bursts out of you with reckless abandon. 

Oh, that bastard is gonna get it . . .

Knees trembling, you pull back, nails wrapped around his hair to drag his head away from your cunt. He growls, displeased, but you manage to wedge your knee against his chest, pushing him farther back with your shin, then your foot. 

He looks manic. Slicked hair completely undone, mouth, nose, cheeks shiny with your release, his eyes were blacker than ever. He licks the corner of his lips, focus still entirely attached to your leaking pussy, and his fangs dig into his bottom lip, seemingly without his control.

“Is that wet enough for you?” 

You use the sternest voice you can muster, almost annoyed at how easily he can pull you apart: “Take your shirt off.” 

He does so without question, without hesitation, eyes catching every heavy breath, every pulse of your heart – he sees the wetness on the edge of one of your stockings and you watch as his cock twitches. 

“What next, Slayer?” It’s intimate, the way he says it, the way it purrs in his mouth. You kind of wish he had gone with the British accent he had been considering, but listening to him beg you just as he is, has your pulse rocketing again. 

In the dim light, he’s all dark shadows and cut muscle. Shirtless, breathing heavy, black jeans slung low on his hips, he could not look farther from the man you know, the man you love, but he’s still there. Still drives you fucking crazy.

In two steps, you capture his mouth with yours, your fingers twisting into his short hair at the cup of his skull as you pull him down into you. His groan is different, relieved, instead of possessive, coming from his ribs instead of his groin. Mouth open, he widens the gap between your lips with the press of his tongue and you taste your own salty, sweet release as his mouth overtakes yours. He kisses your bottom lip, nips at your top lip, and his hands squeeze your ass. 

Your name nearly slips out as he dips his head back, eyelids heavy, but he corrects himself. 

“S-slayer, please, can I fuck you now?”

You shake your head, your confidence growing again, and push him until he hits the edge of the bed and drops on top of it. 

“Oh, no, I’m not nearly done with you. Hold out your wrists.” 

His arms shake slightly as he holds them out to you, his eyes full of desperation and want. You tsk, frowning. 

“It seems I’ve forgotten my super powerful vampire restraints.” You tap the corner of your mouth. He wriggles. “I guess we’ll have to use something else.” 

His jaw drops as you turn around and bend forward, that pathetic excuse for a skirt barely covering the curve of your ass, giving him full view of your dripping wet pussy, as you slide your soaked panties over your hips and down to the floor. Over your shoulder, he looks totally dumbstruck, chest flushed, unable to tear his eyes away as you step out of your panties. His eyeliner is slightly smudged and your cunt clenches. 

He swallows, mouth wet, as you saunter over and poke him in the knee with your toe. 

“All the way back. To the headboard.” 

He scrambles back, still holding his wrists together even though you hadn’t actually tied him up with anything yet. He was always so good at taking directions like this.

You put your panties in your mouth, freeing your hands as you slink up the bed, over his heaving chest. As though tied by string, he follows as you take your panties out of your mouth, loop them around his wrists and firmly secure them to the headboard. It’s laughable, the idea that your wet underwear would actually keep him from moving, his actual vampire strength more than enough to shred them in an instant (as he has done on many occasion), but he settles against the pillows, a red blush emerging behind the brush of hair under his belly button, leading down and disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants. 

He won’t last long, already like this.

You slide back, your exposed cunt barely touching his skin as you shuffle down, thighs spread over his. For all his bluster and showmanship, he really is so fucking pretty when you get down to it. You drag your three fingers down from his collarbone, digging in with your nails around his nipple and eliciting a short breath, continuing lazily down his stomach, to that maddening patch of hair. You think you can smell sex on him so you dip forward and inhale. 

He loudly whines, eyes squeezing shut, stomach twitching against your hot breath. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby – S-s-slayer – please, please o-open my jeans.” 

You tongue him once, he shudders, and you pop the button on his jeans. The sound of the zipper is loud, daunting, ratchets up the pulse in your chest, in your cunt. You’re going to soak him through his jeans at this rate, and he’d thank you for it. 

“Please take me out. I want you to touch me.”

You tilt your head, watching as he squirms beneath you, his knuckles white from how hard he clenches his fists. You’ll kiss him later and thank him for trusting you with something like this, but for now, you’re going to keep teasing him.

He whimpers as you lean away from him, back towards his feet. You watch him go a bit red as you smirk over your shoulder at him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you need something?” 

He doesn’t know how to ask for it, and knowing if he does, it’ll cost him. His gaze flickers to your chest. 

You shrug. “I guess you’ve been good enough for this, little vampire.” 

With practiced ease, you slip the cheerleader uniform top over your head, your tits bouncing as they’re released from the tight confines. You watch him bite his bottom lip, eager and desperate to put his lips around your nipple, but that will come later. 

“Better?”

He shifts, hips thrusting against his zipper for some relief, and nods. You lean back again, smirking, and untie his big heavy black boots. You’re dying to ask him where the hell he got this costume, but you have to stifle your own curiosity for his sake. Making sure your ass is in full view, you yank off his boot, and then the other. They thump loudly to the floor and you lick the soft place under his ankle, pulling a groan from his throat.

Now only in your skirt and stockings, you crawl back up his long legs and situate yourself in the cradle of his pelvis. He swallows, his mouth flushed with sweat, his arms tight and flexing around his head. You’d thought up a dozen scenarios when you got to this point, things you wanted to try out, toys to play with hidden in your backpack, but just having him beneath you, you knew exactly what you wanted. 

“Where are my friends?” You growl at him. “My mother, my sister – what have you done with them?” He blinks up at you in confusion for a moment, before pulling his bottom lip into his mouth with his tongue.

“I’ll never tell you, Slayer,” he snarls with a flash of fangs. You wonder if he’ll pull full Vamp Face tonight after all the teasing. Your cunt clenches at the thought.

You tsk. “That’s two.” 

You shuffle down his slim hips, fingers wrapping around the waistband of his skinny jeans, and tug as you go. He eagerly lifts his hips as you pull, harder than normal. How he fucking poured himself into these things, you’ll never know. 

Like a true badass, he’s not wearing any underwear, the teeth of his zipper leaving red marks on his groin, and his cock, so hard for so long, springs out. He is unfortunately very good at getting you to babble mindlessly during sex, his strict questions baring no room for argument.

Whose cunt is this? Yours. Always yours.

Who fucks you the best? You, you, you.

How do you like my cock, splitting you open? I love it. God, I fucking love it. It’s such a pretty cock.

You babble, but never lie. Flushed, thick, long, he does and always has had a gorgeous cock, as far as cocks go. Or maybe it’s just how it makes you feel, tapping against your g-spot, that makes your mouth water with adoration. 

“I have ways of making you talk,” you say gruffly, palming the leaking precum around his head and using it to pump him once. His eyes roll back in his head, his biceps flexing with restraint. But, admirably, he holds out.

“I-I’m not afraid of you, S-slayer,” he mutters breathlessly. That sort of arrogance, cock-assuredness, it made you wet the first time you met him, and it still does. You grind against his thigh, but it’s not enough. You lift your palm from him and spit into the cup of your hand. His eyes track the string of spit as it falls from your lips, as you turn your cupped hand over and take him by the base of his cock. You drag your hand up, feeling every ridge, every throb of his vein, as you twist your wrist, thumbing the head of his cock. Precum leaks more and his cock flushes darker. 

“You still don’t want to talk?”

He shakes his head, eyes tightly shut as if using every mental facility available to keep from cumming. 

“You know what I can do to you if you don’t talk.” He nods. “And you know what’s going to happen if you come before I tell you to. Right?”

You pump him a tick faster and his hips buck. 

“Fuck. Yes, yes, I know.” 

You arch an eyebrow at him, his jaw tight and clenched, the pink from his groin spreading up his chest. You think he might be sweating slightly, his skin fire hot. 

“Then you only have yourself to blame for this.” 

You bend forward and take him entirely into your mouth, his sensitive head pricking the back of your throat.

“Ohhh, fucking hell–,” 

His cock rigid against your tongue, you lap at him, deeply inhaling the musky scent of those curls. His stomach tenses and his hips jerk but he doesn’t move. He knows bucking them into your mouth will making him come like lightning, despite the torture of keeping still. He drops his head back against the pillow and releases a full body groan. 

“I’m gonna fucking die.”

You chuckle, humming around him, before sucking him up and down, up and down – he pants loudly above you – and then you pull off him entirely. 

“You aren’t going to die,” you murmur coolly, using your middle finger and thumb to jerk his head slightly. His thighs shake. “You might, though, when I suck your soul out through this cock.”

You slurp him down again, mouth salty with precum, and suck and twirl and lick and –

“Okay, stop, stop, I’m gonna c-come – I’ll tell you where your friends are.”

Beyond pleased with yourself, you let him drop out of your mouth and look up. You’re struck by what you see.

Chest red and heaving, sweat darkening the hair at his temples, arms shaking and fingers clenched around the headboard, he’s coming undone. He’s falling apart. His teeth clenched so hard, the tension contorts his beautiful face and he breathes harshly through his nose. You know if it really was too much, he’d say the safe word and you’d back off in an instant. But this is also the sort of play your boyfriend goes absolutely bonkers for. 

He swallows. “I-in the bathroom,” he chokes out, his voice cracked and dry, “they’re in the bathroom.” 

You bite his hip bone, flesh twitching beneath your teeth. 

“Good boy.” 

Easing your weight off him, you slide off the mattress and leave him sweating and flustered. You flip on the light switch, the dark room suddenly flooding with an almost painful white light. Blinking back tears as your eyes adjust, you catch yourself in the mirror.

He is the one tied up, edged to the fringe of pain, but you still look debauched. Hair a mess from where he sunk his hands into you as he kissed you, pleated skirt up by your waist, teasing a hint of your cunt, and your tits flushed and pink, the power of a vampire slayer looks good on you. You smirk at yourself, knowing that just this look on you has him at the razor margin of coming in his pants, and then your gaze drops to the counter.

On little pieces of paper in front there are names like “Xander”, “Cordelia”, “Willow”. Clearly planned and thought out, the names sit in front of different sex toys. Vibrators, beads, plugs – you name it. You grin because your boyfriend was often a pop-culture dork and you can only imagine his childish glee as he set this up. Ridiculous. Idiot. 

You pick up a black plug, short and squat, with the name “Spike”. Sometimes he was about as subtle as a train wreck. Taking up the conveniently placed bottle of lube, you go back to the bedroom, to your little plaything. 

His cock isn’t bright red, not as strict, whatever he focused on to keep from coming clearly worked. He licks his lips as he sees you come out, hands behind your back. 

“Did you find them?”

“Yes, I did. Very good vampire.” Kneeling at the edge of the bed, you bunch up the covers and hide the toy and lube underneath, knowing exactly when you want to show them to him. His eyes widen, hands fisting your sticky panties. 

“Can’t we play?” 

“So eager,” you coo as you crawl up to him again. You bite his earlobe, hands palming his wide chest. “We’re almost there, but not yet.”

His hips shift, searching for the heat of yours as you settle on his stomach. Your cunt’s slick smears on his hot skin and his nose flares.

“What do I have to do?”

Heartbeat hard against your wrists, your ribs, your thighs, you swallow his gaze as you reach behind you and squeeze the base of his cock. He gasps, the touch unexpected, and in three strokes, he’s hard, straining, between your ass cheeks. You rub your ass against him once and you can see his resolve start to crumble. He’s been on the edge for too long, buckling against the climbing weight of his own orgasm. He whines, his eyes tightly shut, the eyeliner running down his temple. You wait, thinking this is where he will call it quits, use the safeword and tear out of his restraints. But he doesn’t. He twitches and heaves and shudders, precum running in between your fingers. 

Your little goth badass is struggling to keep it together. 

You bend forward and kiss him lightly on his cheek, his skin warm and wet. 

“You have to make me come,” you whisper. Without looking at him, you reach to the end of the bed, and pull out the plug you’ve chosen.

He literally whimpers when he sees what’s in your hand. His open mouth is wet, stringy with spit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck – S-slayer, p-please –,”

“Not for you, silly,” you hum. Holding onto the plug, you slather a truly horrendous amount of lube over it. It drips wet and warm onto his chest, his skin tightening. His fangs hover above his bottom lip. He wants to devour you. 

You stroke him twice more, inch back, and arch your back, his cock brushing your stomach. On an exhale, you insert the plug into yourself and finally let out the moan that’s been building in your chest all night. Watching your face go slack, he snarls.

“I wanted to do that.” 

You breathe out, feeling full and swollen, slick leaking down your thigh. You crack open an eye and smirk as he seethes. He straddles the edge, cracking under your fingertips, and he still thinks he owns your asshole. 

“Don’t be naughty or I’ll make it three.” 

With a quick lick up his cock, you settle forward and take his red tip into your cunt. He flushes, sweat breaking out on his skin, as you sink, lower, and lower, swallowing him more and more, as your body literally molds to take more and more of him. By the time you straddle him completely, his cock thick and throbbing inside of you, the moan you made is only matched by his, low, deep, aching. The headboard hisses as his fists clench around the slates. 

“Baby – please, you have to – move – baby–,”

“You don’t get to come, even if I do, understand?”

He shudders, his hips jerking up in small strokes, his eyes fluttering shut. “Yes, I k-know.” 

“Good boy.”

And you rise up on your knees and drop all the way back down, searching for a pace that is as fast as it is punishing. Squeezing his hips with your thighs, you ride him, that syrupy heat turning from a simmer to a roar, pleasure throbbing like a fresh bruise. The tendons in his neck flex and strong as he fights to wrangle in that spark, that wildfire, he looks up at you, eyes swimming with need, with adoration, with rage. He wants to fuck you, wants his hands on you, wants to pluck you apart with his fingers, his tongue – but mostly he wants to come with you.

Sweat slips down the back of your neck, over your shoulder, nestling under your breast. More dripped down your spine, his thighs soaked from your slick. His restraint only drags you higher, faster, sharper. His own frustration is palpable and your complete control over him tightens your cunt. You bounce rougher and he grunts, barely audible words escaping his clenched teeth i’m gonna fuck you gonna ruin that cunt gonna split you open baby baby baby his forearms so tight, you could see his veins up through his arms. 

The image of a ruined Max Phillips quivering and sweating beneath you, obeying you, submitting to you, allowing you to reduce him to this – the plug going deeper and deeper, feeling overwhelmed, overspilling – it breaks you open. White lightning pierces you and tears slip out of your eyes, head thrown back, a moan tearing up your throat so loud you wonder if his neighbors will complain. 

You gush over his hips, his jeans, his throbbing cock, every muscle in your lower body tense and tight, milking his cock. Over the ringing in your ears, you hear him make a guttural groan in the back of his throat. Your thighs tremble.

“You can come, baby, come inside me.”

Three things happen within seconds of each other. 

Max tears his way out of your black panties, tears the cheap skirt from your hips, literally tearing the fabric in half, and he flips you onto your back. With a snarl, he shoves your knees up to your chest and thrust deeper inside you than you could ever reach on top. It nearly knocks the wind out of you.

You scrabble at his chest, little nails digging into his damp skin, but he doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t stop. He’s kept himself back long enough for this. Only this. 

He fists the stocking around your calf as he plunges deeper and deeper into your pussy. He pushes against a patch inside of you only he can seem to reach and you tighten beneath him, mouth dropping open.

“That’s it. That’s where you need it,” he smirks, the groan that follows nicking his ribs. “You’re such a filthy little Slayer. Need to get properly fucked by your dirty vampire’s big cock, don’t you?”

You nod, each brush of his cock against that spot has your thighs shaking and knees weak. He gives a particularly rough thrust and tears leak out of the corner of your eyes. 

“Oh god – yes – I need – right fucking there – I need it.” 

“Need what?” He isn’t going to let you get away with it after that much edging. 

You try to focus on his face through bleary eyes, through the rapid pounding your cunt is taking, the whole bed creaking, so cock-drunk you think you might drool, and you claw at his ribs. 

“Need your cock, Max. And your hand.”

He knows exactly what you mean, what you want. His grip switches, arm balanced out by your head, and the other hand sliding up between your damp tits and his fingers tighten around your throat. His eyes tracking his thumb, he brushes the spot where he bit you last week. He could have healed you in an instant, hates seeing any lingering hurt on you, but you begged him to leave the mark, leave the scar. You thought you really might love him that day.

He thrusts hard and deep and his fingers tighten. Your vision blurs, blackness creeping in, your body going numb to the pounding, your grasp around his wrists going limp. 

And then, the world rushes back, pours into you, bright, loud, hot, and pleasure explodes out through your body and you come, harder than you’ve ever done in recent memory. It doesn’t even feel like an orgasm – it’s your soul being returned from some other astral plane into a hot, steaming soup. 

Above you, the force of his own orgasm knocks Max onto his elbows, hunched over you and filling you with so much delayed cum it leaks out of you and down the curve of the plug. You feel numb, tingle all over, as feeling slowly returns to your extremities, your skin warm and throbbing. Max’s own body beats in sync with his thudding heartbeat. Sweat pours off you both as if a dripping towel had been wrung out above you. 

As awareness slowly returns, you realize he’s basically crushing you with his full weight, but you wouldn’t dare ask him to move. If he is in the same state you are, he can’t feel his legs. 

Panting through the same shared breaths, Max lifts his head from the curve of your neck and soothes his pulsating skin by gently touching his forehead to yours. Shaking, he presses an embarrassingly chase kiss to your lips. 

“Fuck, can we do that again?” 

You chuckle mindlessly. “Which part? The heart-stopping orgasm or a shameful reenactment of a 90s classic tv show?”

Max groans as he flops onto the bed next to you. “The first one. Both. I don’t know. Don’t ask me hard questions right now.” 

You chuckle, breathing heavy, as you eye the shredded remnants of your cheerleader skirt and panties. 

“You’re lucky I bought this costume outright. Don’t know how I was going to explain what the fuck happened to it.” 

“Hey, you show up in these again,” he flicks the ruined lumps of your pigtails, “I’ll fuck you however wherever you want.”

“Do I even want to know where you got your get up?” You nod to his general appearance, ruined makeup and black nails. He glances down and realizes he’s still wearing those black skinny jeans. 

“Shit, no fucking wonder I can’t feel my legs. Damn things are cutting off my circulation.”

You giggle as he struggles to strip himself bare, kicking the jeans down his legs and off the bed. Carefully, you take out the plug, dropping it to the floor, wince at the emptiness knowing it would need to be cleaned later. And maybe later, Max would use his tongue to soothe the muscle.

But he’s too out of it to notice now. He flops back down, arms outstretched, and not needing an invitation, you curl up against his chest. His arms fold around you, his lips automatically coming to rest against your hairline, as your breathing settles. 

“So, good birthday present?” You grin up at him.

He rubs his eyes as he groans, smearing his eyeliner even more. “Fuck, baby, the fucking best. Like, you don’t even have to get me a Christmas present.”

You trace his chest, his ribs with a finger, a small smile curling your lips. “Hmm, you say that now . . .”

He laughs, no more than a huff, and kisses your forehead. “It’ll be hard to top that, sweetheart.” 

With that smirk spreading across your face, you sit up on an elbow, turning to look down at him. He’s just fucking glowing. 

“I don’t know . . . I was thinking something more dirty. Something that will ensure we definitely go to hell.”

He tips his finger up and down your shoulder, eyes already going dark, cock twitching against his stomach. “What did you have in mind?”

“Have you ever been choked out by a rosary?”

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Summary: Being Giles niece, going to America with him, only to meet Spike. There is anonymous request in here, 'getting locked in a room with Spike.'

A/n: slightly in Sundale , but mostly based in Los Angeles, the reader is British, due to being related to Giles. Hey, that's good for me , I'm British too. There's a request from anon but I'm not going to say to keep it a surprise. Malteser is a chocolate ball. How come I can write this much now? But I've got assignment s at are only 2000k words.

Word count:5019 Longest imagine yet.

Warnings: Language, Twilight hate references,period, questioning if vampires eat that answer is no or unconfirmed.

Not even a week ago, you had came home , only for your parental figure to rush to the door to greet you. Not long after that you were packing your suitcase for America , apparently your uncle Rupert had invited you out there. It had quite literally been years seen you had seen him, but not long until you would again.

In fact , it hadn't been even twenty four hours , before you were stood in his magic store. You weren't even sure why Rupert had brought you here. The suitcase that held your belongings , stood at your feet as Rupert  had welcomed you in, unlike your uncle had expected , the shop was completely empty, people wise.

Forced to sit down, while Rupert  made you a tea,informing you that he would get you settled at his home once he finished closing up his shop. What it felt like hours to you ,waiting, deciding it was best to read the book you had brought with you, not that you could really concentrate you just wanted to get cleaned up , in honesty.

Fingers tapping against the pine table , trying to read Boromir's last moments in Lord of the rings, re reading the same paragraph over , and over. "I tried to take the Ring from Frodo ' , he glance strayed to his fallen enemies,20." Re reading those words same words, unable to comprehend them, like your brain was blocked by a tinfoil hat, that's bullshit. Three arrows he had been struck with, yet he was still able to kill twenty highly trained orcs , more than an average vampire could do.

You were no stranger to vampires , you hadn't encountered one to say, but you knew of Rupert  job as a watcher. Though you had watched Lord of the rings many times (or not it's just replace it) and yet you still couldn't pass it , didn't Rupert have workers to clean his shop? Repeating those words , still. "Hello ,love." You almost peed yourself , standing up abruptly launching your book at the thing that had pulled you out of your distracted book reading.

Bragging your lighter from your pocket, self defence lighter, holding in front of you. As the flame lit,lifting your head up at your 'attacker' , only to be met with a smirk and platinum leather wearing man, who had caught your book with ease. "Really a lighter?" British, you had not spoken to one American , since landing.

You had just continued to stare at him not quite certain what to say, until he did again. "So , Boromir ,hm?"  You hadn't notice him step forward , holding your book for you to take back, hesitating you took it from him slowly. "Uh, yes. Thank you,but ,um, who are you?"

"Spike, and you are?"Who names there son after a sharp object? Spike had smugly smiled , placing his in his trouser pockets, it was if he was proud. You didn't get a chance to respond to Spike, before Rupert had reappeared , standing between you and Spike.

"Spike , get away from my niece, I will not allow you to corrupt her." Spike had gasped dramatically, putting his had over his mouth ,"You're related to him? But Blimey he's all ARGH and you're not." Spikes face of disgust when he looked at your uncle, Rupert had removed his glasses and began cleaning his glasses.

"Was that supposed to be a compliment?" Picking up your bags , as Rupert ushered Spike out of the shop, with you behind to lock up, it now being dark.  "It was lovely to meet you , Giles attractive niece.." "Y/n." "Y/n.." Repeating your name back slowly smiling , only if you knew he was an evil defective vampire.

"Quit the flirting Spike, she's not going to be here long." That was the last you saw of Spike , for now anyways. It wasn't even another 24 hours later , your uncle had sent you off to Los Angeles , to Wesley at Wolfram & Hart.

Wesley...you had seen him in years , since he left England. You being younger than him by some years , but you had been friends with him , being connected to Giles and all. You were brought to America to work for an evil law firm not your ideal future.

That was a year ago , not as bad as you had originally thought, Angel the CEO was indeed broody but he was trying to make a difference. In fact , the job paid very well, and all you did really read up on demons and sometimes view bodies for symbols and such.

Perhaps,yes, it did get quite lonely, it  wasn't like you had you mum to make you meals or anything. All you could have was calls from her now and then. Wesley was your friend; but he was too busy flirting with Fred. The others well, you weren't close friends, just friends.

Today was not a great day for you, first you had gotten to work  without lunch, forgotten a jacket, and Angel scheduled a meeting but you had fallen down the stairs three times. Ten minutes late, a huge bruise on your head , ruffled hair and clothing not looking very bodacious.

Knocking on the door to Angel's office three times gently , before waiting for his response to allow you in. Everyone staring at you , your face flushed with embarrassment. "I-I'm so sorry, you won't believe today has been horrible, I wouldn't have been late if I hadn't of fallen down the same stairs three times."

Heavily breathing from all the rushing, head aching like you had just hit your head falling down the stairs, Angel and the others looking at you with slight sympathy. "I've got to get a look at this muppet." That voice, you knew that that voice, until Spike had appeared from the corner of the meeting room , as you and Angel were about to walk into the room.

Almost bumping into Spike as you and him both met the door at the same time. You two would've bumped right into each other, but he passed right though you. Turning back around to see if you imagined that or not, turns out you didn't Spike was stood in front you , looking at you , with gaped mouth which didn't last long until he was smiling.

"W-what?H-how did y-" "Nice to see you again , love. Well, not long after you left I saved the world, and died. No need to thank me , love," Angel had coughed , pulling your attention from Spike charming smile he was sending your way, to him gesturing you to sit.

Spike had not decided to sit down , but to stand behind Angel at an Angel, one to annoy Angel which you could already see in his face , two to be in eye range of you. Not that he liked you , he full loved Buffy, for now anyways.

Angel had officially began the meeting , head-aching still, probably why you couldn't concentrate, concussion. All you could think was , wow Casper the friendly ghost, well you didn't know he wasn't , and that he was a vampire.

So lost in thought ,well no just pain , you didn't hear the calling of your name or snapping of fingers in front of your open eyes.

"Y/n? Y/n?" Only when there is a touch of a small hand on your shoulder , you realise , looking up to see Fred. "Yes, sorry. Um , I hit my head a bit too hard."

"Angel , she needs to go to a doctor. Her head is literally bleeding out , ""Yeah you should've sent her straight away, she fell down the fucking stairs, for a vampire with a soul , you have no compassion." Spike had interrupted Wesley, to criticise Angel.

You had a couple of days off last week , to visit your family, hence you hadn't seen Spike there before that. You had fallen off your chair when you had felt a hand on your shoulder, moving to see if that was Angel or Lorne, but it wasn't.

"Already on your knees for me?" Spike, staring down at you , smirking what a shock. "I'm not even on my knees, I'm on my butt. Plus what you want me to do mime."

"Okay, okay, Hon, let's go take to a doctor." Lorne had helped you up, as Spike had smiled Wider, as you both left, with some calls of sympathy's.

You only had to have you bloody head , in your hairline glued back together. Not surprising when there was blood dripping down your face like a waterfall. Other than that you were back the next day, carrying on your week like you would normally would.

Each week that went by Spike would come visit your office, mostly at lunch, knowing you didn't leave your office to socialise, only to use the bathroom. It had started with him using the excuse that he wanted to see how you were doing , after falling down the stairs, which was quite hard to believe,as he didn't seem like the caring type.

Then it he came to your office to tell you stories�� about him saving the world and just recently , almost being killed by another ghost.

You hadn't even seen that when he entered your office he used the door by turning the handle, instead of going through it. Not at least until he had spooked you again ,placing his hand your shoulder squeezing it slightly.  Falling again out of you chair, probably would've smacked the back of your head on your desk.

If you weren't grabbed by your forearms, and were lifted back onto your feet, by rough hands... Spike had scared you to death again, yet this time he had saved your fall.  Pulling a arm from his, looking into his eyes, as you brought your hand to his cheek, your finger tips against his cheek bone. His skin soft, not how you would've imagined.

Cold.

His skin, cold , but now he isn't a ghost? So why does he feel like the other side of the pillow on a summer night. Moments go by ,not many , before you pulled away again. "Fred , s-she figured out how to bring y-you back?" Still wondering why he felt like ice,  also to hide the embarrassment that you had touched his face without asking.

"No, someone sent me some post,"  The distance between you two was more than close, your legs pressed against your desk, Spike's face barely inches away, he must've closed in on you. "Oh lovely,um have you had anything to eat yet?" He had smiled at you , with lust in glittering in his eyes , but not for what you might think, but hunger.

"I have not." Don't turn Edward ,please, no one wants that ,'Oh I'm sorry Bella but you might die if we fuck, because of my huge Thanos sized dick.' "Oh , well I've got , um, some sandwiches, that's if you want to share." You had gently made your way passed Spike as he nodded slightly suggesting we would share, to get into your bag, reaching for your lunch bag.

Both sitting at the sofa in your handing Spike a sandwich, as you held yours, facing each other, sitting on your calves, well Spike couldn't do that , if you know what you mean. Not long after you had reached for your flask , pouring it into your cup. "Tea?" Spike had grabbed the cup from your hand, drinking a fair lot down, before handing it back to you, mixture of crumbs and tea around his mouth. "You know how to make good tea, not those bloody Americans , milk first , bloody bullshit."

Before anything was said, Lorne had burst into the room , panic washed over his face. "Angel needs you both , quick honeys! We don't have time to spare." To say the least you were confused , never less you all headed to Angel's office and soon enough you were all, Angel, Spike, Fred, Gunn, Wesley, and Lorne were driving to a safe house. 'A rescue mission.' Apparently, you didn't even know who you were supposed to rescue, all you knew was you was all supposed to stay here until they arrived.

Sounded fishy , and you were right to think so, not long after you all discovered it was a trap. Probably just about a hundred vampires, were lurking around the property, waiting...

The floors creaking as you all walked across the the pine wood hallway, not to mention you had barely any fighting stills, all you held was a stake. The others well that ways a mixture of axes , and stakes. Sorry not only vampires in this house, spirits too. Spike had paired off with you , whilst the others did the same , you both walked into a bedroom, which was thick with mould and dust.

Not even one step in the door had slammed shut, Spike had immediately tried the door body slamming against , but it was no use. As you made your way to the window, "Spike.." BANG still going at the door , "SPIKE." Whisper shouting to him, gesturing for him to come over , once he had heard you.

"Vampires..." pulling you away from the window, out of sight." We need to get out of here, now."

"Where? we can't get out of here." Looking around the room there was no options. You don't even get to take a breath ; before the window is smashed in as well of the door, you are both completely circled , 7 vampires.  Before you know it they are lunged for you , gripping your stake tightly , as you fight  a vampire off , with struggle , god damnit. Where's David from lost boys, instead you are stuck with one that's never brushed it's teeth.

Finally stabbing it in the heart. Proof another one bites the dust. Now there was even more dust in this house. The rest of the vampires were dead, you didn't realise that Spike had taken on the rest with no struggle, turning to face you after dusting the last one, his face,his face. He was one of them, he had been dead this whole time , even when he was brought back.

"Y-you're a vampire?" Shocked was to say the least what you were feeling , he had turned back laughing lightly.

"What were you expecting? The Easter bunny?Did you think I was human? This whole time, oh love." It wasn't that you felt like you trusted him less after finding out but still, you're an idiot, no you are not.  "I thought you were because you are my food; Plus I thought vampires were evil?"

"I wasn't going to refuse a sandwich. I have Soul, love. For your information, I got it the hard way, not like that brooding bugger."

"Sorry, Can we go now?" Thus Spike tried the door again, it had opened, both of you rushed out and down the stars , out the doors to find the others in the car waiting , like it was a robbery.

Your lunches with Spike continued even months after finding out he was a vampire; yet now you packed enough lunch for the two of you. Though he could just have his blood, but no he wanted your food. In honesty he was lucky that you actually shared your food with him.

You were sure that Spike must've preferred the company of Fred over you, and there was a day that he didn't have lunch with you. Apparently he had went to see Buffy , yet he was back the next day, why he hadn't stayed with the woman he loved , that was unknown to you. Thus there he was having lunch with you everyday you were at work.

You had even watched Lost boys with him one lunch. "You think I'm like that ponce?" Why the offices had TVs you had no idea. You had told Spike that he had reminded you of David. "W-what, It's not that hard to believe , first both of you have cool hair , two he is evil but the evil that you're like wow he's not that bad , he's cute and maybe he not what he seems. Like Loki, God of mischief." Spike had scoffed, laughing slightly.

"Did you just call me cute? I'm bad , I'm evil, mortals quiver under my wrath." He had made a toothy scrunched face , whilst bringing his hands up like he was a bear attacking, only to make you grin harder. "Okay, now you are a kinky Loki 'quiver under my wrath' seriously?"

"And how would you know what's kinky, love?" His words delivered with a smirk , that made your cheeks redden just by his gaze. "Uh,um, well I read a lot- I MEAN I do stuff all the time like last night.. he had a cane."

"Oh really, he had a cane?"

"Yep thats correct."

"Well that's a shame, love , because I've seen you face stuck in your books , blushing... and I can smell the innocence radiating off of you."

"Hey! Don't go smelling that, so you're telling me that when I have my period you can smell that too? You know what don't answer that, nor do I want to know if you've ever eaten that. Nor do I want to know why I thought of that.." Throwing a Malteser at him, would've hit him if he hadn't caught it in his mouth. 

"I cannot believe you just said that. Love, you have too much time over thinking."

"No doubt , that's why I was never popular , let's pretend I never said that thing and only that compared you to David and Loki, hm?"

"Of course, I wish you hadn't given me the idea,joking I swear."

"Uh, I don't know if you like men or not but when the male part is erected it's one of the most blood filled appendages plus I looked you up, William the bloody, maybe that's how you got your name.." Yes maybe you spent more than your lunch hour not doing work, sitting cross legged now facing Spike completely , who just had turned his upper body from the tv.

Angel though, you'd think he was just happy , happy that Spike wasn't in his office constantly annoying him. It wasn't easy for anyone to keep Spike entertained. "I do not suck cocks nor have I ever , love, I have nothing against those that do,but I assure you that my terrible poetry is the only reason for the name, "

"Nothing to do with you killing hundreds of people?"

"Oh yeah, that too." Nothing more was spoken, you both had went back watching until lunch was over, then you were back to work. By five you had left to go home , not even two hours later you had realised you had left your house keys in your office. You had went to the shops, for some general stuff , hence why you hadn't realised you had left your keys.

Making it back to Wolfram & Hart , around nine o'clock, deciding to get some food , for after you got your keys and got home finally. The security man, Dean, had let you , well no he had was turned doing something and you slipped in, the rest of the firm was dark , everyone had left, or that's what you had thought.

Opening your office door, with your key, why you had it separated from your house key , you don't know , but it was lucky you had one set otherwise someone could've went through your stuff. Well there wasn't much really interesting, ancient books and such. Rushing to your desk in the dark searching everywhere , under your desk, in the draws, the floor.

Finally finding them down the side of the sofa , which you were sat at with Spike, watching Lost boys. When the door swings open , you are quickly grabbed by the foreman's and are shoved against the wall."what are doing here?" The mans voice, aggressive, yet you know who it belonged to, Spike. No very difficult to figure out as you spent at least an hour with him , five times a week, for months.

"Uh, I just left my keys." Spikes grip had loosened on your arms slightly. " Y/n?" Pushing him off of you,"yes, yes it's me , thanks for attacking me, " It was pitch black in your office , only the light from the moon , now on your face , part of it anyways.

"Well, Bloody hell, love you shouldn't be in an evil law firm by your lonesome , especially at night."

"What you are going to eat me now?" Spike wasn't even a foot away; if he was a live you'd feel his breath on your face. Instead the cold air surrounded you, Spikes arm above your head closing you in, only being able to look at his face , an outline of it. "Oh, you'd just love that, wouldn't you,pet?" You had scoffed lightly at him.

"Shut up, my foods getting cold , and I don't like it in here." Ducking under Spikes arm, grabbing your food and key, before making your way out your office and the building. Spike following you ,but the security guard was gone and the door was locked , no way out.

"Well isn't that bloody brilliant."

"There's no way we are getting out of here , till morning ,"

"Can't we call someone?"

"I don't know , do you have anyone's number?" That was it , you both had headed back to your office , found some candle, since the electricity had been turned off, at on the floor with your food. You weren't sure why he decided to stay with you , maybe it was just that you had food.

Your back against the sofa , as you both ate , you were in no doubt that you were talking tomorrow off. You knew you or Spike was going to have to sleep on the sofa, ah yes perfect, back pains. "Why were you here so late anyways?" After finishing your mouthful of food, why Spike would want to lurk here at night , that was unknown.

"Just snooping through Angels stuff, then I heard you, so."

"Ah, of course." Smirking at you , leaning back his palms behind him, sideways on from you, uh , you're not Ryan Reynolds? Actual um, sorry but you're hotter. Your food all gone , except the small amount of drink left.

"Honestly this couldn't be a better day, my keys fell down the side of the sofa , and I didn't realise until I went home. Then this happened , and now we are stuck here, when I could be at home, sleeping."

"It's not so bad, you could've been stuck here with Angel, love."

" You really don't like Angel, I'm not surprised he makes small problems seem unsolvable. Yet within a couple of hours , all is fine. Actually that sounds a lot like me, over thinking everything. But yeah Angels is a bit of an arse."

Spike only smirking at you, in return.

Glancing at your watch , 12:03 , you were only lucky that Spike was able to pick the lock on the toilets. Otherwise you don't know what you would've done, ah yes, peeing yourself in front a rather good looking , dead man. Leaving your office to go pee again , before returning rubbing your eyes as you walked through the door.

"Are you going to get some sleep, love?" Spike had cleaned up all the rubbish, throwing it all away, you wouldn't expect that from dead guy, former mummy's boy. "Uh, if the sofa wasn't built like a rock, yes , but since that's the case no." Settling back onto the floor, careful not to catch on fire, as you crossed passed some of candles.

Instead of Spike replying yet , he had stood up and made his way to the sofa , plopping himself onto it, with poof. "You got to be joking love , you clearly never have lived in a crypt." W h at was it wish vampires living in crypts , or complaining that their huge cold dick will spilt a human in half. Turning to face the sofa, not being able to see Spike, letting out a dry laugh.

"Yeah that doesn't convince me, are you just so old that you don't remember that every day at lunch that I sit on that sofa with you?" Spike had sat up to look at you with a glare ,yet again scoffing. "Well then , Pet, how about you come lay on me, I'm very comfortable."

Without thought you had gotten up , and thrown yourself onto Spike, both groaning as your back slammed into Spikes chest. He was lucky really that your butt bone , not tail bone, the top of your leg one, didn't smash into his parts. Instead he had wrapped around you so you were stuck in place. "I see what you are doing."

"And what is that?"

"I body slammed you, now you're cuddling with me? Mental , you're an ice cube, yeahh sureeee so comfortable, I love being engulfed by Vanilla ice."  Not that he looked much like Vanilla ice but it's a little funny, not really but.

"Hey, I won't stand to be your cushion , with your bullying."

"Didn't you kill hundreds of people? And you get defensive when I call you Robert van Wrinkle?" Turning your head to look up to Spike who was looking down on you, shuffling so that you were laying next to the sofa back and on Spike with your hand on his chest.

"Love,I'll eat you, try sleep." This isn't a Loki imagine when he kidnaps you and it turns out he's a vampire , and he gets busy and drinks your blood for a fetish. Spikes arms around your shoulder , eventually falling asleep with your head on his chest.

Everything was fine, until Wesley and the rest of them had came looking for you. As you was supposed to be in a meeting with them in the morning , so was Spike but they were worried for you.

"Couldn't they do that at home?"

"Can I poke them with a stick?"

"Ah yes, poke the mass murdering vampire , very smart ,Gunn. "

No consideration of being quiet, you both had been woken, it wouldn't be that surprising if Spike was pretending to be asleep , to avoid talking to people he didn't like very much except Fred.

Waking up to see a bunch of people just smiling at you at , wasn't the best. "So, Spike what about Buffy?" Sitting up ,before standing up from Spike, must've hurt having a whole body on you all night , maybe it didn't effect him because he has super strength? Spike just turned to sit on the sofa , unimpressed facial expression, hunched.

"Buffy has her own life, I'm not apart of it."

"I-is this all you came her for? To wake us? And   taunt? I'm taking the day off ," No uncertainty that you wanted to get home, and shower and eat. You had looked back at Spike who had looked back , standing up. "I'll drive you."  Grabbing your bag, before bow in front of Angel for whatever reason. "Thank you so much for locking us in an evil law firm all night. Bye Fred, Wesley, Gunn , Lorne."

"Bye hon." Lorne was always a sweetheart , wishing that every guy was like him, kindest soul and very much cute. Spike and you had left after you had sent Lorne a smile. Walking out with bed hair and day old clothes , not that Spike had offered his arm but you were still holding onto to walk.

Walking past Harmony, she had sent daggers your way, why doesn't she just kidnap Orlando Bloom or something. Gripping onto Spikes arm tighter , walking down the stairs, not falling this time, thankfully. Before you made it to Angels' car park, and got into one of this favourite cars. "Uh, are we supposed to be taking Angels car?"

"What? It's mine, love, what are you going on about?" Opening the the car door at the same time , settling in the seats before slamming the door shut. The windows of the car , made from the same glass that wolfram & Hart was supplied with, since the cars were supplied by wolfram & Hart for Angel, a vampire. That also meant that Spike could drive in the sunlight protected.

"Okay, okay." Once you had made it into your building car park, Spike had walked with you up to your door. Being finally able to unlock your door, with your shopping ,lucky there wasn't any fridge nor freezer items. Turning back to Spike who just stood at your door, grinning slightly.

"T-thank you for staying with me yesterday, and for driving me home." A small blush upon your face, it wasn't unknown to you that you had developed a crush on Spike , how couldn't you? "That's alright ,love." Still stood in front of you, looking into your e/c eyes , you staring into his brightly lit blue ones. He was waiting for you to say or to do something.

Leaning to the side of his face, to press a peck onto his pale toned cheek. Instead of course , he had turned and you ended up pressing your lips , onto his briefly. Pulling away red cheeked , Spike now smirking at you again. "H-hey um, do you want to come and watch Lord of the rings with me?" You weren't sure what you was supposed to say after kissing someone accidentally.

"I would," thus that you held your door open wide, "I invite you into my home."

Therefore, you watched Lord of the rings with a dead man.

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[thehuntresswolf]

The Slayer's Best Friend

Summary; Instead of Spike being in love with Buffy, he's in love with you her best friend.

Spike X Witch!Reader!Giles

Buffy, Tara and I ran into the Boronz to see Willow, Anya, Xander and Spike.

"I'm here."

"I wish I had a million dollars." Willow said as we all looked at her.

"Just checking."

"What's going on?" I asked them.

"Where did he come from?"

"Hello, Y/N." Spike said.

"Willow stole ingredients... and released him from a purple crystal... he's a troll." Anya said.

"You did this?" Buffy asked Willow.

"Me? No, we. I mean, us. Her. It's very complex." Willow said as we nodded.

"We can stop him. Willow, do the spell." Anya said as she held onto Xander.

"Uh, "let the conjuring be..."

"Stop!" The troll said.

"Nobody lets me finish." Willow snapped.

"You... told the witch to do that, Anyanka. You seem determined to put an end to all my fun, just like you always did when we were dating!"

We all looked at her.

"Uh, um..."

"You dated him?" Xander asked.

"You dated a troll?" Buffy and I both asked.

"And we're, what, surprised by this?" Willow asked.

"He wasn't a troll then." Anya exclaimed.

"You know, he was just a big, dumb guy, and... You know, he cheated on me, and I made him into a troll. Which, by the way, is how I got the job as a vengeance demon."

He screamed slamming his hammer into the display case.

"I did not cheat! Not in my heart. It was only one wench. I had had a great deal of mead. Next thing I know, I'm a troll." The troll told us.

"Ohh, ohh."

"You did this, Anyanka. You will die for this!" He yelled.

"But-but... You seem to enjoy the... the being a troll." Anya said.

"I adjusted."

"And then what happened?" I gripped my wand.

"Witches... Filthy, dirty, disgusting witches." I gasped.

"They trapped me. I was imprisoned in that crystal for centuries. Ohh! A curse.on all witches! All must die!"

"Willow, again." Buffy said.

"Let the conjuring be undone, return the beast to native form."

"Witch, you must stop!"

"Keep him far from us and ours as long as my voice shall sound." Willow finished but nothing happened.

"It did not work." The troll laughed.

"Wait. "Let the conjuring..."

"Stupefy!" I yelled pointing my wand at the troll as Buffy ran to fight him.

Spike went to help but was pushed away.

The troll started breaking the pillars that held up the top floor as it crashed down to the floor as the people who fell held onto the railing.

"Where is he?" Willow asked.

"Gone. Xander, follow him. Anya, Willow, head back to the magic shop. Find a spell that will actually stop him."

"Y/N, you stay here and make sure everyone gets help." I nodded as she left.

Turning I saw Spike putting a blanket underneath a woman's head.

"You're gonna be okay." He asked the woman.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Making this woman more comfortable." I gave him a look.

"I'm not sampling, I'll have you know. Look at all these lovely blood-covered people. I could, but not a taste for Spike, not a lick." He told me.

"I knew you wouldn't like it." I rose a brow.

"You want credit for not feeding off bleeding disaster victims?" I asked him.

"Well, yeah." He said as I scoffed.

"You're disgusting." I grimaced walking away.

"What's it take?" He asked as I turned.

"What's what gonna take?"

"You heard that?" He asked.

"Yes, now answer me." Spike groaned pulling me away from the crowd.

"Let go of me." I snapped pulling my arm away.

Spike didn't say anything just stared at me as I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

"Can you please explain cause I have a job to do and I can't." A pair of lip cut me off.

I was pushed up against the wall as I slowly kissed back.

He pulled away as I looked up at him confused.

"Why did you do that?"

"Because I love you, I have for a while now." Spike brushed hair away from my face.

"Is that why you've been acting so weird?" He rolled his eyes.

"I haven't been acting, oh sod off." I giggled.

"So are you going to ask me out or?"

"Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me?" He scratched the back of his head as I smiled.

"Took you long enough." I rolled my eyes before leaning up for another kiss.

part 2?

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[make-me-imagine]

Scenario Game: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

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Rules/What you do: Just match the month/day/letter to yourself and you got yourself a cute little scenario to imagine lol. And you can also leave in the tags or comments, what your scenario is :)

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Your Birth Month:

January: Willow Rosenberg

February: Rupert Giles

March: Angel

April: Cordelia Chase

May: Xander Harris

June: Spike

July: Buffy Summers

August: Oz

September: Anya Jenkins

October: Your Choice

November: Riley Finn

December: Tara Maclay

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Your Birth Date:

1: Builds you a pillow fort... 2: Surprises you with your favorite food... 3: Asks you to dance with them... 4: Writes you a love letter... 5: Confesses that they are in love with you... 6: Takes care of you when you are sick... 7: Takes you to a fair... 8: Brings you flowers... 9: Hugs you so hard they almost knock you over... 10: Gives you a token of their affection... 11: Asks you to marry them... 12: Suddenly kisses you on the cheek... 13: Wraps their arms around you... 14: Surprises you with a puppy/kitten... 15: Makes you breakfast... 16: Surprises you with a movie night... 17: Takes you stargazing... 18: Slips their hand into yours... 19: Cooks you dinner... 20: Gives you their jacket when your cold... 21: Checks in on you to make sure you are okay... 22: Builds you a pillow fort... 23: Acts protective over you... 24: Asks you to move in with them... 25: Kisses you every time they walk by you... 26: Leaves you anonymous gifts... 27: Brings you your favorite snacks/candy... 28: Kisses you on the cheek... 29: Asks you to be their s.o/partner... 30: Continuously compliments you... 31: Asks you on a date...

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First letter of your name (or Username):

A, B, C, D: For your birthday.

E, F, G, H: To make you smile. 

I, J, K, L: Because they are in love with you.

M, N, O, P: For your anniversary.

Q, R, S, T: Because they have a crush on you.

U, V, W: As an apology.

X, Y, Z: To cheer you up.

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I apologize if your combination does not make sense, it is very hard and time consuming to make sure each combo works.

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#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #scenario game #buffy the vampire slayer scenario game #birthday game #game #tag game #btvs game #btvs scenario game #buffy #buffy summers #spike #willow rosenberg #xander harris #angel #matchup game #birthday matchup game

[prose-for-hire]

Halloween 2020 Masterlist

Halloween Fics [all characters, in order of posted]:

🎃 The cutest pumpkin in the patch - Fred x reader

🎃 Scaredy cat - Faith x fem!reader

🎃 Beware the Cornfield - Spike x male!reader

🎃 A vengeance demon is always prepared - Anya x reader

🎃 A lie taken to the grave - Willow x vamp!reader

🎃 Fear factor - Oz x male!reader

🎃 Damsel in distress - Buffy x fem!reader

🎃 Halloween’s hottest  - Lorne x reader

🎃 Y/n the friendly ghost - Xander x reader

🎃 Virgin Sacrifice - Anya x reader

🎃 Party of two - Spike x reader 

🎃 Halloween Tradition - Angel x reader

⚰ Costume competition - Buffy x reader

⚰  The Devil in your mind’s eye - Lorne x reader

⚰   Supernatural Activity - Giles x reader

⚰   Zombie Land - Cordy x reader

⚰  The Devil’s in the detail - Spike x reader

⚰  A Halloween of Horror - Buffy x vamp!reader

⚰  Double Trouble - Riley Finn x reader

⚰  Creature of the night - Spike x vamp!reader

🩸 The hotter twin - Xander x reader

🩸 Cursed to love - Angelus x reader 

🩸 One Last kiss - Angel x ghost!reader

🩸 Guardian of the lost soul - Spike x reader

🩸 The Ring - Fred x reader

🩸 The Cabin - Faith x reader

🩸 Midnight snack - Spike x reader

I know what you did last Halloween series:

Parts [1] [2] [3] [4]

Halloween hcs:

🦇 Btvs characters celebrating Halloween with a s/o

🦇 Ats characters celebrating Halloween with a s/o

🦇 Pumpkin carving with Dawn Summers

🦇 Being comforted on Halloween with Buffy Summers

🦇 Taking your younger sibling trick or treating with Cordelia Chase

#a very buffy halloween #masterlist #Halloween masterlist #btvs #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #spike btvs #Buffy Summers #Oz #daniel osbourne #Anya Jenkins #Angel #Angel btvs #Angelus #Winifred Burkle #Fred #Willow rosenberg #faith lehane #Cordelia Chase #Lorne #Rupert Giles #Riley Finn #Xander Harris #Dawn Summers hc #Dawn Summers #Cordy hc #halloween headcanons #halloween hc #halloween #Halloween 2020

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Not Yet (Spike x Y/N)

Requested: nope

TW: Mentions of alcohol and drinking. Mentions of rough s e x.

Word count: 1.7k

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If his body wasn't cold, steam would be rolling off it. Kiss after kiss. Grope after grope. Spike couldn't get enough. He knew it was wrong. He knew it wasn't real, but he needed it. Buffy was rough and demanding in her lovemaking, if you could call it that. She threw Spike around as if boneless and limp. She focused on meeting her needs without regard to Spike or his feelings. Spike held on and let himself be dominated. Even for a moment, he felt loved.

After Buffy has had her fill, she leaves Spike spent and tired. He knew she would return later this week. He knew it wasn't the touch that he craved, but it was the touch he deserved. Though a hopeless romantic, he couldn't fathom real love. He was immersed in a world of pain and destruction, and that is all he deserved. Unless... it was with y/n. With her time stopped. He was whole. A man. With her, there was partnership and laughter. With her, there was something he didn't deserve but desperately craved.

He got dressed and ready to pick her up. It was just another night of hunting. Buffy and Y/n decided to divide and conquer instead of working together. Buffy kills vampires, and y/n kills demons. Their decision to go their separate ways meant that Spike had to make time for both, being degraded and then being valued. Honestly, he preferred the latter.

He strolled down to y/n's house, ready to be by her side. He wanted to enjoy her scent, her presence, and her kindness. He promised to knock on the door instead of barging in, so he complies. Two knocks, and he waits.

You open the door, greeting him in your bathrobe. Spike is taken aback. "A bit early, am I?"

You chuckle, "no. I forgot to tell you yesterday. I'm taking the day off today. I want to rest."

Spike is crestfallen. You resting was good for your health but bad for his heart. This meant he wouldn't get time by your side.

"Oh... well... alright then. I'll see you..." He tries to hide his disappointment.

"I didn't say you had to leave."

A smile trails his face. "What do you have planned?" He said leaning against your doorframe.

"Well," you pondered, "you owe me a dance..." You grin.

He sighs, feigning annoyance when, in fact, he's been dreaming of the chance to hold you again. "Fine."

You invite him in. "Wait here. Let me change."

He sits on the couch. He takes in the scent of your home. It was you enveloping him, welcoming him. He could get used to this. To be in your space was to be at peace.

You come out in a flowy sundress. He forgets that he has no breath and feels a loss of air. As if the sight of you could bring him back to life. He stands up quickly.

"Darling, you are a vision."

You blush, "it's just an old dress."

He smiles softly as he approaches you. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You lock eyes, and time stops.

You catch the faint smell of Buffy on his skin. The smell of leather, dirt, and cigarette masks it well. You remind yourself of your friendship. There's nothing more. You remind yourself to breathe.

"Where do we start?" He whispers.

"Let's move some furniture and I'll get some tunes off my phone."

You work together to make space in the living room. You find a generic watlz Playlist, and you take your places in the center of the room.

Spike feels nervous and silly. He has waltzed many times but never with anyone of interest. Here you were, his friend waiting for his touch, his guidance.

He places his left hand on your back and holds your left hand with his right, and it felt like it's the first time he has been touched. You hold his hand firmly and place your other hand on his shoulder. It felt right.

The music starts. Soft. He guides your body, and you follow. Your turn and sway to the music, feeling the ebb and flow of your bodies. Synchronicity and attunement. You were a unit, inseparable.

Spike looked into your eyes, swimming for his life. He recognized something in them. Something he didn't deserve.

You locked eyes with Spike. A smile painted on your face. This was the moment you wished for. It felt like peace. It felt like the end of your journey. You wondered how you could use this moment to break your curse, but it was far too weak to take over a 1,000 year old curse. Nevertheless, it was perfect. It's been so long since you've been able to rest.

"Does this please you, love?" Spike asked as you both danced.

You nodded, "It reminds me of the last time I danced. It's been so long."

"Thinking of another man while in my arms, you dirty bird?" He smirked

You laugh, "No. I'm thinking of how good it felt. Dancing is very relaxing."

"So, no man comes to mind?" He asks, a little jealousy in his voice.

"Oh, yeah. One man. A British guy, poet, auburn hair, with glasses. A sweet man with beautiful eyes. Too shy for my taste but definitely a prize." You mused much to Spike's disdain.

"Sounds like a pratt." He said through his teeth.

You laugh, big and full. "He was a crush for the moment. Someone to dream a future with. Even though I knew it was impossible, he made me feel free." You made sure to dig in on your remarks. Part of you knew that this was your getback for Spike sleeping with Buffy. If he had her, why couldn't you at least have your memories.

Spike did a mistep causing you to fall into him. Your face against his chest, his hands catching your body. You both still. You raise your face. You're mere inches from his face. Lips, almost gracing. Your breath hitches in your chest. Spike looks down at you intrigued at your next move.

"Did he ever hold you like this?" He whispered.

"No..."

Time stops, and you feel like melting into him. So close and yet so far. You knew better, but at this moment, all that mattered was what he tasted like. At the same time, you wanted to ask if it felt like this when he held Buffy. The thought pushed you away from the moment. You straightened and stepped away.

"Do you want water?" You walk into the kitchen.

Spike smacks his forehead. What was he doing? What did he want? He follows you into the kitchen. "Got any booze?"

"Oh, it's that kind of party?" You giggle.

You bring out different types of liquers and beers. "Pick your poison."

"Shots and then drinks."

You pour two shots. You both pick it up and clink your drinks before drinking it. You both sigh at the bitterness of the spirit.

You share a bottle of wine. A bittersweet red. Something that reminded Spike of blood.

"Thank you. That was fun." You break the silence.

Spike grins, "Anytime, love. It's been awhile. Sorry for stopping abruptly." He says in between sips of the wine.

You nod not knowing how to address his reaction to you talking about a past love. You didn't know how to communicate how much you loved his reaction, or the fact that he held you that close.

Spike becomes aware of Buffy's scent on him. Embarrassment takes over. He hoped that you didn't notice. How could he knock boots with Buffy and then run into your arms? You deserved respect. He made a mental note to shower next time.

You both drank the night away. Chatting and connecting. You share laughter and playful touches. The touches lingered with time. Personal space was non-existent. By the end of the night, you were cuddling on your couch. You were sleepy, and your words slurred, which made you giggle more. Spike watched attentively and committed every smile and sigh to memory.

"The sun is about to raise, love." He mentioned.

You stirred in his arms, "Already?"

He held you close, taking in the scent of your hair. "Yes, love." He hated the idea of moving, but he knew this wasn't his scene. Not yet.

You both, slowly, part. You miss his body, and he misses yours. You both slowly get up, wordless.

"Are you staying?" You ask silently.

"Not tonight, love." He hated himself for that answer.

"I understand." You mask the disappointment in your voice.

He walks to your kitchen and comes back with a cup of water. " 'm not leaving 'till you drink it."

"Then I'm never drinking it." You smile as you take the cup.

He smiles, big, and full. "Cheeky."

You finish the water and set the cup down on your coffee table. You walk Spike to the door. "Thank you again. You're the best friend I've ever had."

Spike is taken aback by your compliment. He basks in it. "Anything for you, love." He leans in and kisses her cheek. He turns and walks away before you can react.

You place a hand where his lips were. You felt lightheaded, but you didn't know if it was the alcohol or Spike's affection.

Spike walked fast-paced but happy all the way to his mausoleum. He pondered his actions tonight. He went fom degradation to...dare he say it? Not yet. He wanted time to bask in the effects of tonight. The sensations. The scents. He wanted to capture tonight into his being forever. Never had he had such intimacy, so much vulnerability. All ready for the picking, but not yet. He had much to offer but not enough to be loved by her, or so he told himself. He didn't deserve it. Not yet. Someday, soon, he will be able to bypass the degradation and the self-mutilation that is his rendezvous with Buffy. On that day, he will be good enough, whatever that means, for y/n... but not yet. So, until then, he had pain, destruction, and tonight's memory to keep him afloat.

#spike the bloody #spike x you #spike x reader #spike x y/n #spike x yn #spike btvs #spike #btvs x reader #btvs imagine #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #william pratt #william the bloody

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

A bunch of random tv shows/movies.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2XnjxPd

by idjitdestiel

These are just dreams I have I guess , they help me fall asleep.

  I DO NOT OWNER THESE CHARACTERS NOR MOVIES OR BOOKS THEY ORIGINATE FROM.

Imagines for: -lord of the rings -The hobbit -Marvel -Buffy the vampire slayer &Angel Also posting these on tumblr and Quotev at idjitdestiel. I come up with them trying to sleep,or from references from movies ,or weather,mostly movies.

Maybe the whole reason for me putting my loki imagines in this book,is because I broke my hymen accidenttally ,I'm 80% sure. HOw I did this failing the act of masterbation,not O ing ,with a thick pen. Thinking about Thorin Oakenshield and Loki,I know im amazingly smart.

Requests are [open]

These shall be all x readers,for everyone's enjoyment.

I will absolutely NOT write for Captain America ,I really dislike him betraying Tony like that when they were bestbuds,I'm still not over that. You are a bitch steve ,you should have died instead of Tony,assbutt.

Words: 59005, Chapters: 33/52, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Y/n - Character, x reader - Character, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, David Bowie, Jareth (Labyrinth), Durin Family - Character, Kíli, Aragorn, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Bofur (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduil (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Spike (BtVS), Bard the Bowman, Éomer, Loki (Marvel), Lindir (Tolkien)

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield & Reader, Thorin Oakenshield/Reader, Kili X Reader - Relationship, Fili x reader - Relationship, Spike x Reader, Legolas Greenleaf/Reader, Thranduil (Tolkien)/Reader, Eomer x reader, aragorn x reader, boromir x reader, faramir x reader, bpfur x reader, Bard x reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2XnjxPd

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

[idjitlili]

Don’t stop me now

Spike btvs x reader

Summary:Imagine looking like  Freddie Mercury as a woman like in a 'I want to break free' with a hoover  dancing only for an 100+ vampire to join in, unknowingly.

A/n: what can I say , I've been busy with college , and I'm British so we know spike is gonna know Queen too.

Word count: 3891 Y/c=country(or just a state in America I don't know, the whole world isn't America lol.

It was strange to say the least; working for wolfram & hart, you had came from y/c to here, working for a law firm run by a vampire with a soul.  

Mental if you ask yourself , you had known Wesley when you was younger, actually he had brought you a ticket to Los Angeles , since your parental figure had called him , and let him know about everything really. Well just that you were now y/a , and in need of a job. That was it you were here now.

You weren't sure what your job was really , you definitely was not a social butterfly, Wesley had mentioned you had to crack codes? Now that you think about it , something to do with researching different demon rituals? That's not the correct word , anyways to do that had write summaries for Angel's upcoming meetings with these different species.

You ever had your own office, you could live in there honestly.  

There was a lot going on all the time, frankly it was kinda scary , knowing no one apart from Wesley, who clearly knotted up by the scientist, Fred. Yet you was always invited to the important meetings , you had guessed Wes had put in a word , to help you feel welcome or included. There wasn't really a purpose for you being there.

You were a little nervous that maybe one of them, probably the vampire ,Angel , not knowing that the blond British man was one too, could read your mind. What would he find the that  was terrifying (except you read dirty smut) . You were sat by Wes , at the end of the table closest to the window. Which also meant you were sat next to Angel, with the jelled blond bad boy opposite you.

"Okay, so cannibal vampire cult...what's with that, and why is that a problem?" Angel had began , with the same brooding face as , he had on 24 hours a day.  

Gunn , had cleared his throat briefly, causing everyone to turn their heads towards him. "Well, it's quite simple, they are killing all our clients."  Yeah this was waste of your life, you had already began doodling on the notepad in front of you. Unknowingly forgetting you were in an 'significant'  meeting.  

Not knowing how much time had gone by, felt like hours , freshly finished school and know you were here? Sucky. You were only jolted out of your thoughts when a foot had nudged yours, looking up slowly to the man in front of you , waiting for your reaction.

He was quite handsome you could not deny that, a small blush had raised to your cheeks , as he had caught you in a trance of boredom, you had lifted your eyebrows at him in confusion. With nothing but a smirk in response you had tried to listen again to the meeting.

"So you are saying we need bait? But who would we use? This whole place is monsters, "  Fred's face with disgust at the word 'monsters' as she delivered her thoughts, Wes thought for a moment his hand at his lip, indicting so as he looked at the pine table.  

"No,not necessarily," He had gestured to you , all eyes on you, feeling like a stripper, wow this is attention? Blush upon your face once again,"w-wha" choking on your own words ,before Angel had shook his head "Absolutely not, Wes, that's not fair."

"Yeah! I'm human too."

"And me, hey! So are you Wes."

"Uhhh, Mister Angel, " What else was you supposed to call him? Dad?  He had looked at you from the disagreement, nodding for you to go on.  

"S-say if I was, uh, what's the chances of me dying?"   The pencil in your hands being gripped tightly in your now sweaty palms, but Angel is not given chance to reply. "He wouldn't allow that, love. Would you 'mister' Angel" the blond vampire smirk was evident as he looked at the brooding brunette.

"Hold on a second, why do they want a human, if they are cannibal?" Okay that did make sense, use your ears y/n.

"They can't just drink each other , they need something other than other vampires. That's only when they actually find one of ours." Yeah, you guess that the blond man did make sort of sense, you had just "hm" in response.

You had turned to Wesley, gesturing for him to come closer, so that you could whisper into his ear, the rest watched in confusion. Hold on Angel still didn't answer your question. "Uh, um, did you volunteer me because I'm a virgin? Does that make me more attractive to the vampires?" You had really hoped that no one had super hearing, Wes pondered for a second, your hand still on his shoulder.

"I'm not quite sure, I'm probably not the best person to ask , you should bring that up with Angel." Wow thank you , so much. You moved back into sitting in your chair correctly. Twiddling your thumbs, to pretend like no one was looking at you,felt like hours that you were sat there, before your foot was nudged again, you peeped up to see the same blond man looking at you. Who else is it going to be? Johnny Depp? No.

"Come on ,love." You weren't even sure of his name, and he was calling you love. Instead of speaking you had just stared back blankly. Most awkward meeting. "Would you just ask me then? Surely it's not that bad,no one else has to hear." Only his Spike saw the look Angel was giving him, awww soft boy. He did not seem like he was evil..only if you knew him a couple of years ago.

You had stood up, in hopes spike would do the same,so you wouldn't have to kneel next to him and whisper. He stood up as you made your way to him , moving away from the table, before turning back to the others. "You lot carry on, " With that he led you away out of Angel's office to an empty one. This is so dramatic but you don't really want to be talking about your virginity to these people, well except spike.

"So,love, what's the problem?" He had towered over you, he was quite handsome yes, but you felt intimidated in honesty. "Uh,well, since I'm going to be bait...well ,um,  Are virgins more at risk at being snacked on? If that makes a difference to vampires? Oh I'm sorry, uh I-" he let out a chuckle at you, you moved your gaze to your feet. Why did you have to wear these heels, you didn't see Patrick swayze anywhere.

"Yes, they can smell it as soon as you walk into a room and it tastes different to other humans. ,love."

"W-wait how do you know?"

"I've had my fair share, now come on , love-come on I'm not going to eat you."

"Pfft- I'm not a virgin."

"Sure love,"

And with that you both headed back to the meeting , before you left to be bait Fred had informed you Spike had a soul like Angel after you had questioned him to her and Wesley.

Now you were in the middle of a park at 1 am , which happened to be not even a mile from the vampire base. It was freezing , in a poncho with a tank top, apparently to show off your neck under the street light, you were pretty sure that the vampires didn't give a shit if you were wearing Michael Myers mask.  

Ah yes, first day on the job, risks of death 99.9% , lovely.

What exactly are you supposed to do?  Pretty sure that mister mysterious and mister Stevie Nicks/vanilla ice are hiding in the bushes or something. Oh how you wish that Keanu Reeves would swoop you away from this situation.  

Stood in the open park, kicking the mud with you shoe , well until you are body slammed backwards onto the floor, by obviously an indeed ugly vampire. Where's David from lost boys you wouldn't mind if it was him , but this dude stank. He was not even a second away from biting you- wait sorry his fangs were in your neck.  It hurt like period pains in your neck, well until it was over , when he was yanked off by a blurry figure , as you felt your body being lifted, that was it.

You had woken up the next morning under a blanket on the sofa in your office, a plaster on your neck, water on the table. You were never going to do that , with the huge headache and the low sugar levels. As you looked down realising your movie white tank top was now drenched in blood. Deciding it was best to go talk to someone to go home, you left the office.

Your heels now discarded , your bare feet padding against the carpet floor , all the way to Angels office, Harmony informing you that he was in a meeting with the others. One brief knock on the pine door, was all it took for the similar brooding vampire had opened the door , gesturing you in.

Okay it was a bit naughty to not changed the blood stained tank, since there are two vampires in the room. Soon you were sat exactly where you were 24 hours ago, as were everyone else. "Uh, um ," No one was speaking , just staring at you really. "Y/n, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have forced you into doing that , I didn't mean for you to get hurt." Wesley was undoubtedly guilty, probably thinking about how made your parental figure was going to be more like.

"I just like to say, I could've gotten aids."

"Uh, that's not how that works." Fred was honestly shaken by your words, well not really she just thought well actually you don't know.

"That was just dramatic effect. I'm quite annoyed , I did not want fucking Edward sucking me like I was juice carton. Did you even kill the cult?" Your voice sounded like sandpaper, as you delivered your anger with pop culture references and dramatic gestures.

"Yeah we did, well not me but still." Lorne smiled at you with concern , he had felt sympathy for you , hoping the bite wouldn't scar.

"Well good, um, I was wondering if I could go home now? Please?" You already hate this job, Angel had nodded, queuing you to stand up , doing a small bow in respect , going home to have a bath and sleep.

Wesley had called you not long after you gotten home , to inform you that you had been given an extra few days off. Wow first day then long weekend, mental.

Once you had gotten back on Monday, your neck was not healed still, but you had to come back otherwise you was going to be homeless.

Surprisingly , the work was easy , too easy, but you weren't to complain... there was tv with a DVD player, you were absolutely chuffed. It happened that you had brought cds in your bag accidentally. After storing those cds in that bag when coming to Los Angeles.

So , you did work through your work a little too fast, nothing to do, so since the demon cleaners  suck arse , and didn't clean up the blood from last week, you had went and gotten a Hoover and cleaning supplies. Queen and david bowie, playing on the tv, you know you can use DVD players to play cds, if you didn't know.

Maybe it was a little bad you playing slightly loud music while hoovering, dancing as you went, it was a shitty Hoover so it was taking a while. Your cardigan and heels discarded, your forehead laced with sweat, what could you say who does like Queen. Thus I want to break freebegan to play.

"I want to break free I want to break free I want to break free from your lies," The fact this song was a parody of coronation street. As soon as the beat began , you had also began aggressively Hooving, the long dramatic strides, even the the lip twitches as you lip-synced.

"You're so self satisfied I don't need you I've got to break free God knows, God knows I want to break free," You had stopped to flip the fringe of your hair , before resting your hands on your hips , the self confident head shake, another hair flip out of your face.

"I've fallen in love I've fallen in love for the first time And this time I know it's for real I've fallen in love, yeah God knows, God knows I've fallen in love It's strange but it's true, yeah,"

Obviously you couldn't take your shirt off , like Freddie, but yeah your skirt rising up , blouse too buttons undone was enough. Your hands hands spread out like a star for moments, you didn't know that Spike had heard the music and began to locate the source.

"I can't get over the way you love me like you do But I have to be sure When I walk out that door. Oh, how I want to be free, baby Oh, how I want to be free Oh, how I want to break free"

Looking up to the ceiling, arms lift out to the sides , legs apart. Dramatic spin, clenching of fists to your chest. Spike walking up to the do slowly opening it , seeing you shaking your head 'I want to break free' Now some elves but you can't do that your not Legolas. Or cows you are not sure.

Now not sure how you didn't see Spike .  This was embarrassing, spike wasn't copying really, not much anyways. It wasn't long after that dont stop me now started. Wow this is embarrassing. You had just abandon the Hoover at this point.

"I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out, yeah And floating around in ecstasy"

Bringing you hands in front  of you up near your neck , wiggling your fingers, spike did the same.

" So don't " You looked forward, "stop," Looked towards the window , as did spike . "me" Back forward. "now" "don't stop me 'Cause I'm having a good time, having a good time I'm a shooting star, leaping through the sky Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity." Jumping up , scratching like a Tiger standing side on,  moving your arms around you 200 degrees , you were doing a duet , without knowing it.

" I'm a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go, go, go" Honestly you don't know how to describe these moves in honesty go watch Paul Rudd do it.

"There's no stopping me I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah." Your arms almost touching spikes as you lift them up as you circle your arse in a small circle, before pointing up.

"Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit"  

Okay you had climb onto the desk , spot Spike oh my god , you couldn't of represented the fear , well until he had threw his jacket on the sofa ripped his shirt off, winking at you, shaking his shoulders.

"I'm traveling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man out of you "

"Don't" you had wiggled yours back, before pointing at the platinum vampire,gesturing him to come to you .

"stop me now, I'm having such a good time I'm having a ball Don't stop me now"  As he reached you , you held out your hands for him , helping him up onto the table.

"If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call" Each of you looking at each other, as you danced ,sorta looking like Rick I'm never going to give you up, a lot of twisting , and hand movements.

"Don't" "stop" " me now ('cause I'm having a good time) Don't stop me now (yes, I'm havin' a good time)" Spike had grabbed your hands twirling you, ending up with you in front of him facing away. Throwing out thumbs up to the side of you as you got closer to the desk top.

"I don't want to stop at all" Before rising your arms up , Spike pulling you up, honestly if you knew him deeply you wouldn't believe that he would do this, he's a vampire.

"Yeah, I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars On a collision course I am a satellite, I'm out of control I am a sex machine, ready to reload. Like an atom bomb about to Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh explode." Throwing your head back then forwards quickly , with your leg up, clicking your finger.

"I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit" Neither of you had noticed the music had gained more attention then you may of realised , Angel ,Wesley, Gunn, Fred and Lorne were hiding behind the sofa.

"Don't stop me, don't stop me Don't stop me, hey, hey, hey"

Spike jumped off of the table turning back to you , five feet away, holding his arms out to catch you.

"Don't stop me, don't stop me Ooh ooh ooh, I like it"

With that you had jumped, (Spike watched dirty dancing? Probably Harmony's fault.) Effortlessly he had caught you you lifting you up, for a few seconds.

"Don't stop me, don't stop me Have a good time, good time"

Lowering you down slowly , your arms around his neck, panting slightly, uh he wasn't sweaty , he's dead but you were covered in sweaty.

Soon enough the song came to an end , you were still in the vampires embrace , his arms around your shoulders securing you.

It hasn't even been an minutes ,clapping begins, someone turns of the Hoover and the music. You both turn around slowly pulling out of the embrace to see , the brooding Angel laughing with everyone.

"Bloody hell, perverts much." Annoyance interweaved in Spikes voice, you could share that embarrassment.

Looking at your feet realising how inappropriate you look , your blouse now see through due to the sweat , the cotton clinging to your body, wrapping your arms around yourself, to cover."uh , Angel , I was only cleaning and that because, um I completed my work, uhh there was still blo-""it's fine, as long as you are feeling better, " you had nodded at him before going back to looking at your feet.

Moments go by with silence from you and Spike as the others are talking away , no doubt about you two. You are soon pulled out of your trance when a heavy weight is placed on your shoulders , looking up to see Spike placing his long leather jacket on you , sending you a small smirk before walking out of your office , still shirtless.

"I haven't seen him like that in a long time, he is fond of you." With that Angel left too. " Aw, I'm glad you are settling in y/n/n , I just never thought you would do so ,by dancing to Queen with a vampire." Wesley had patted your back , leaving with Fred who just smiled , followed by Gunn and Lorne.

Thus you grabbed your stuff , to go home , you had danced to the end of the day. Walking out of the office , hoping Harmony didn't see you and kill you for Spike giving you his jacket.

She had already gone thank god , no death today, the next day , you had brought Spikes jacket with you. In search of him in the morning, you had hidden it in your bag , heading to Harmony's desk.  

"Uh, have you seen Spike today?" Please don't kill me. She had looked up at you with a polite smile. "He's literally just left Angel's office, something about going to taking a car or something? Why?"

"Oh, I just need to pass a message from Wesley to him, thank you." You had lied , but you hoped that Wesley would go with it, if she asked him.  Rushing down to Angel's private car park, in hopes of catching Spike, which you did but he almost hit you with the car.

Your hands placed on the hood, breathing roughly before moving to the drivers side , as he rolled down the window, smirking yet again. The car had had black out windows so you guess that's why he was going out in the day?

"Awe, all out of breathe for me , love?" You had ignored his comment , pulling out his heavy jacket from your bag, passing it to him.  "Cheers,love." You had nodded, turning away to head back up.  That was it until about 2:45 , again all your work was done, just sitting there doing nothing, but twiddling your thumbs.

So you decided , maybe you should go get some air outside, or go home you weren't sure. Swinging the office door open to see , Spike.

"Ah, oh Hi."

"Going somewhere, love?" Well that sounded like a threat , but he was not smirking like I'm going to chop your fucking head off.

"I don't know really , I think I'm going home."

"I'll drive you."

"Really?" He didn't seem to be the type to drop you off home to to your mother , not that she was there, but still, he had nodded , and that was it you walked with him. Until  Harmony stopped you both, she had frowned slightly before smiling again.

"So you got the message from Wesley then, spike?" You looked at Spike who didn't notice you looking , just stood looking at the blonde girl in confusion,until you pretend to resist your bag accidentally knocking him with bag.

"Yeah,"  

"What was it?"

"Mind your own business, wanker." With that he had walked around her with you ,guiding you with his arm around your shoulder.

Once you were both were sat in the car , you had given Spike your address , immediately he had started driving.  "So what was that about?"

"Well, uh, Wesley informed me about everyone ,  said you had something with Harmony, and she's a vampire. So I asked where you were this morning to give back your jacket but didn't want to say that, just in case she tried to eat me." Spike had let out a laugh, "I can see your concern, love , she's a bloody nightmare." You had let out a small laugh of understanding.

"Hey, do you still eat food?."

"Yeah, not a lot , but sometimes I do, why do you ask?"

" y-you've been very nice to me , since I'd been here, and you are driving me home.. uh so I was wondering if you would like to come in and have something. I don't have blood , uh other than my own and uh I lost a lot of that last week. You don't have to , um, I jus-" "I will, love,"

"Oh brilliant, uh I make some nice cookies."

"Great, love. Can't wait."

#buffy the vampire slayer #spikebtvs #spike btvs #btvs #spike x reader #spike imagine #spike x you #spike x y/n #spike btvs x reader #spike btvs imagine #james marsters #angel #angel 1999

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13 Days of Halloween Masterlist (2020)

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Key: 

🎃 = Halloween Themed; 👻 = Spooky (Not Necessarily Halloween Themed); 🧡 = Barely Halloween Themed.

Day 1: October 19th.

Sherlock Holmes x Reader Drabble; ‘I’ve never celebrated Halloween’ ‘Well you’re going to now’; Casual 🎃

Avengers Headcanons; how they react to you dressing as them for Halloween; Cute/Casual; 🎃 

Day 2: October 20th.

Sam Winchester x Reader; “I’m not a witch” and “I think that scarecrow just moved”; Action/Little Spooky.  👻 🧡 

Day 3: October 21st.

Spike (btvs) x Reader: “Lost in the Woods”; Action  👻 🧡 

Day 4: October 22nd.

Bucky Barnes x Reader: “Was that a wolf?”’There are no wolves here” ; Suspense + Little Humor  👻 🧡  

Day 5: October 23rd. 

Derek Morgan x reader; Escape Room Oneshot; ‘Being Chased’ + ‘Did you heard that?”; Suspense; 👻 🧡 

Damon Salvatore x Reader oneshot; Halloween Party Headcanons 🎃 

Day 6: October 24th.

M*A*S*H Unit x Reader; “Where’s the Halloween candy?” “I don’t know” “Y/n”; Humor. 🎃 

Day 7: October 25th.

Castiel x Reader; It was a dark and stormy night; casual/little fluff? 🧡 

Criminal Minds; The BAU x Reader; Haunted House Headcanons 🎃 

Day 8: October 26th.

Steve Rogers x Reader; “Are you scared?” + Haunted House; Fluff. 🎃 

Day 9: October 27th.

Mycroft Holmes x Reader oneshot (BBC Sherlock) Drabble; ‘Scared’; Humor/Fluff. 🎃  

Day 10: October 28th.

Bucky Barnes Werewolf AU Oneshot + Reader Insert; Written by Guest Writer ‘Jay’; Casual, Spooky 👻   ****

Twelfth Doctor x Reader; ‘Trick or Treat Confession’; Fluff + Humor 🎃

Day 11: October 29th.

Derek Hale x Reader oneshot; ‘Jumpscare’ - “The 3 times I tried to scare you, and the one time I succeeded’; Humor + little fluff. 🧡 

Day 12: October 30th.

Eliot Spencer x Reader oneshot; ‘Scary Stories’; Casual/humor. 🧡 

Day 13: October 31st.

Thor x Reader Drabble; ‘Halloween Makeup’; Casual. 🎃  

Illya Kuryakin x Reader; Headcanons: Spending Halloween with Illya + prompts ‘I’ve never celebrated Halloween Before’...; 🎃

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I hope you all enjoyed this years 13 Days of Halloween!~

I’m sorry to everyone who sent in a request that I did not write! There were a lot that I really wanted to, but for the life of me could not get a story line out for. I was also getting pretty burnt out from trying to write more than 13 and giving them my all (or most of it lmao). So again, I’m sorry!

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