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“You don’t have to dance around the nature of the monster I became,” said Drusilla gently. “It’s almost a blessing, truly, not to be able to remember the details.”
this is for @reallyreal-madeingold , for @buffyversegiftexchange on tumblr! the prompts i used were "xander/drusilla, amnesia, angst, hurt/comfort," + "forced to work together" if you squint?
Warnings and Tags: angel series au, fluff, established relationship, kissing, smut, office sex, semi-public sex, biting, blood drinking, overstimulation, teasing, edging, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, orgasm delay, sex with clothes on
Ship: Spred - Spike/Winifred "Fred" Burkle
Author Notes: Happy New Year! Bringing it in with a bang and a story written for @aufredpratt for the @buffyversegiftexchange! I hope you enjoy this story it is different-ish from what I normally write. 🙈 But I love Spike and Fred is just the best. I hope you enjoy this tale and have a wonderful new year.
Summary: Spike visits Winifred after she fails to come home for their date night.
Read Rethinking Labs, Rated Explicit, in full below, or read on my Ao3*.
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Rethinking Labs
Spike meandered through the lab door, eyes shifting about the space filled with equipment and empty of people, save one. He never thought he would find himself wanting to spend his time in another white-lined space full of artificial lighting and various threatening-looking equipment but here he was.
The bleach-blonde vampire kept his fingers wrapped tight around the bag he held behind his back as he looked toward his reason for visiting. His head cocked to the side as he lingered closer, watching her as Fred looked through some sort of high-powered microscope while her hand continued to write, scribbling away on her pad. She pulled back from the scope, brown eyes looking at her scribbling hand, her glasses perched atop her head as Winifred’s lips moved with quiet mutterings.
A small smile spread across Spike's lips as he kept quiet and watched her burn the Midnight Oil. His footsteps were silent as he stalked closer, peering over her shoulder at what she was doing. Blue eyes roved her form as she worked, enjoying coming here most in the tower of evil. Watching her work was like poetry, equations written on whiteboards and windows like sheets of music to the boisterous song of the universe spit straight from the muses of the gods. Watching her beautiful brain solve the impossible with such passion drew him to her just as much as her kind heart and stunning features had. No matter how often he listened to her, he never wished to comprehend it fully. He knew he would miss the shine in her eyes when she tried to explain it to him. No matter how long he could spend watching her puzzle something, he could listen to her beautiful ramblings for longer.
Fred made an excited sound drawing his attention back to her as she erased something she had written, only to replace it seconds later with another string of symbols, seemingly not noticing the vampire lingering at her back. The action caused Spike's thin smile to grow, the blonde looking forward to surprising her and the smile she would greet him with. His cold fingers stayed wrapped around a plastic take-out bag, steam-warming his undead digits as he stopped inches from her seated form.
“Hello, pet.”
"Spike!" Her shoulders jumped, turning quickly to him before Fred’s hands raised to slap him across his chest.
He sighed. "Don't exaggerate, luv,” he said with a pout listening to her only slightly quickened pulse.
She released a light laugh, shrugging and smiling at him. The smile that Spike had been waiting for, one that beamed and was filled with affection and warmth as she turned fully to him on her stool.
"Why do you keep tryin'?"
"Wouldn't be me if I didn't," he replied with a shrug, pulling food from behind his back to show her. "Figure since you forgot me, you forgot dinner too,” he said pulling the bag from behind his back.
As the smell of her favorite takeout wafted more clearly through the clinical space, her smile grew. “Yum, I’m starving,” she said grabbing for the bag before listening to the rest of her boyfriend's words, chemistry still clouding her mind. Her brows furrowed before she gasped, pushing up her sleeve and checking her watch. “Shoot. We were supposed to go out tonight.” She deflated, shoulders slumping as she frowned up at him. “I’m sorry Spike.”
“It's alright, pet. Figured you got caught up,” he replied, looking over her work as she hurried to take the bag from him. “Ran into Captain Forehead on the way over, and told me you’d be here.” The blonde looked at her before turning back to her notes, squinting at them. “What are you working on anyway?” He asked as she walked away from him up towards her windowed office.
She paused on the short steps to look at him. “Oh you don't wanna hear about that,” she blew off not waiting for him as he unpacked the starch overload her boyfriend had brought her onto her desk.
The blonde watched her go before tilting his head back to the work she had left behind. “Wouldn't ask if I didn't,” he said glancing at the paperwork one more time before looking back at her through the window in her wall.
Spike hummed, taking the steps two at a time before passing through her office door, and closing it behind him with his foot.
“Thanks for the food, Spike,” she said, sitting on the edge of her desk and digging into her noodles.
He hummed, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking closer to her as she ate. “Tell us ‘en,” he badgered, walking around the office’s edge, eyes wandering the lab below before going back to her. “What were you so wrapped up in instead of me?”
Fred smiled, rolling her eyes affectionately and waving a hand. Her brown eyes watched the circling vampire as she swallowed her bite. “It's nothin’ fancy, just working on analyzing some of the samples here. It kept gettin’ pushed back.” Her eyes left Spike as the vampire glanced at her poster to look out into the lab. “There's so many,” she paused, taking another bite, rethinking the list of unknown specimens in the storage as she chewed. “Half of ‘em don't have antidotes.”
“So you're making them?” Spike questioned, sitting in her office chair and leaning his elbow on her desk before pressing his hand to his cheek. “The antidotes?”
She nodded, making a humming affirmative as she chewed. “Pretty much or destroying it… if we can.” Her brows scrunched at the one they hadn't found a way to safely destroy that was still isolated in cold storage. “I’ve been distracted from helping them work on it,” she added after another mouthful.
Spike grinned, blue eyes rolling up to her as she turned to look over her shoulder at him. “You saying that's my fault?” he asked with a laugh.
“No, ‘course not,” Fred replied with a chuckle and another roll of her eyes.
Spike snorted, looking away from her as she continued to eat. “I think you need to use your underlings more,” he stated, shifting to lean back in her chair, thinking about the missed night out and the late hour. The blonde interlaced his fingers over his abdomen as he leaned back, his blue eyes returning to her. “You should be asleep,” he paused. His brows raised with suggestion as his gaze wandered down her slender figure when she turned to him. “Or at least in bed,” he finished with an appraising look.
A blush filled Fred's food-filled cheeks, her head tilting down, hand going to her lips as she chewed and swallowed. “Are you offering to take me home?” She asked, pausing before her next bite at Spike’s heated gaze as she sat on the corner of her desk.
Spike hummed, nodding his head slowly as he looked over her desk. “I was,” he started, looking over the window that oversaw the lab before looking back at her and standing. “But, I've got a new idea, kitten.”
Fred’s eyes went to Spike’s as the vampire stalked around her desk to stand and lean against the wall in front of her. She rushed to put her food down, swallowing a large gulp of the soda he had brought before looking back at him. At the blonde’s glance over to his right at the window and then to the desk beneath her, her eyes widened.
“Here?”
He shrugged with a roll of his jaw, moving back to stand at her crossed legs. “Why bother waiting? I’ll drive you home after,” he promised with a crooked smile.
Fred licked her lips clean before shoving some of the memorabilia on her desk out of the way and scooting back. “I do have my own car, you know,” she answered, fingers tugging at the lapels of his jacket as she uncrossed her legs.
“Trust me,” he hummed, fingers sliding up her skirt-covered thighs. “I know, kitten.” Spike grinned, parting her knees.
Fred smiled wide as her hands cupped the back of his neck, fingers combing through the gelled hair on his nape as the blonde moved closer. His lips captured hers, sliding between her spread legs. A moan fell from her lips when Spike's mouth found hers, lips parting for his eager tongue and nipping at the exploring muscle when it pushed past her lips. Fred pulled him closer, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss at the feeling of his ringed fingers pushing under her skirt and the blonde’s tongue wrapping around hers.
The long-haired brunette released a light moan as Spike's fingers hitched up her skirt. She leaned back as he leaned forward, one hand leaving his hair to grip his duster. Her leg raised, wrapping it around the blonde's waist just as he tilted her hips. Fred's fingers stayed woven in his slicked-back locks and shoulder as his lips left hers. She sucked in a breath as Spike trailed open-mouth kisses over her neck and exposed collar. Her head turned with his exploring mouth as his hand moved her hair and shirt aside. She groaned at the feeling of his teeth against her neck and the press of his jean-covered knee between her spread legs. Fred released a surprised breath of air as Spike ground his knee against her. She tried to pull him closer with the leg already slung around his waist, biting her lip as she worked herself against the offered knee.
Spike’s lips parted as he pulled her tighter against him, pressing his knee to her clothing-covered heat while re-capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Her lips parted instantly for him, leaning her forearm on her desk while her other fingers remained twisted in Spike’s gel-covered locks. Her fingers and bent leg kept him close, while she ground on his pressing knee, heat building within her at each twist of her hips.
He leaned back at the feeling of her gyrating against him, breaking the kiss. “Been thinking ‘bout this a while,” he said in a groan, eyes roving her panting chest. “Fuckin’ you on your desk in front of the window.” His right hand slipped down her raised leg, looking over her damp underwear before looking back to the window. “Gotta admit, be nice if it was during the day though.” He looked back to her, Fred's bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Don’t think I could share the view, though.”
Fred shuddered at the idea of an audience or being caught, the idea exciting her more than the prospect. Her legs parted further at the feeling of his fingertips along her panty line before they stroked lightly up and down her hidden lips.
“Spike,” she called, rocking toward the feeling of his teasing digits, her right hand clenching tighter in his gelled locks.
“Yes, kitten?” He posed, blue eyes turning up to her as his left hand coasted up her side under her shirt feeling for a bra strap and finding none. “Don’t you think you should be making it up to me, pet?” His fingers paused in their teasing, stopping over her clit. “I did wait at your place for hours,” he exaggerated.
She felt a shiver run down her spine at the heat building within her and the wetness she could feel against her. The brunette's breath hitched at the feather-light touch of his thumb over her clit and the hand that had stopped right below her breast. Fred bit back a groan, taking in his grin and the playful glint in his gaze as he teased her.
“I want to,” she promised, fingers dropping from his hair to his duster twisting into it as his hand cupped her with his thumb sliding over her nipple. “Let me make it up to you Spike,” she added as her back curved, leaning towards his touch and pressing against the fingers between her legs.
She moaned softly, letting her eyes close as his thumb left her chest to unbutton her shirt. Spike's gaze roamed over her as he revealed her bare chest. Fred smiled while shrugging off her unbuttoned shirt. He tilted his head, jaw rolling slightly as he looked down at her barely clothed body.
“Such a pretty picture pet,” he hummed as he leaned forward to nip and suckle at the perk bud.
She moaned curling around his head, a shock of pleasure filling her as his fingers rubbed her clit through her sheer underwear. His tongue circled the hardening nipple as his fingers teased the sensitive nerve cluster.
“So wet for me already?” Spike asked against wet skin, fingers leaving her clit to stroke back down over her moistened underwear feeling the dampness of her arousal. “But not wet enough, huh, pet?” he teased, rolling his fingers down her slit before moving back up. “Want ya to soak these panties before I give you cock, tonight.”
She bit back a moan looking back at him, pleasure churning in her stomach. “Please, wanna come for you.” Fred's eyes fluttered closed at the touch of his mouth against her bare chest.
Spike hummed around her nipple, fangs gracing her supple skin. His fingers pressed and rubbed over her underwear, feeling the fabric moisten at the increased pressure. Her fingers tightened in his hair as he bit down, pulling a cry from her. Fred's hips rolled as Spike suckled on her bleeding breast. Her breathing hitched at the warmth that filled her, pressing to his teasing fingers as the blonde vampire's digits pressed and circled her clothed bean.
He groaned at her taste, swallowing the ruby nectar before lavishing his tongue over the mark. “Always so divine,” he moaned against her, loving the added wetness he could feel against his hand.
Blue eyes rolled up to her pleasure-stricken face, feeling her body tremble from the torturous teasing. “Gonna come for me, pet?” He asked, watching her as his tongue curled around her perk nipple. “Give me one,” he husked out, finger flicking the sensitive cluster before stroking it faster.
She cried out, but his finger didn't let up, only moving faster around the wet hidden nub. Her orgasm built with each swipe of his finger before her toes curled. Fred let out a gasped breath as she came, juices flooding her already damp panties. Spike didn't look away from her as her hips rutted against him, his fingers slowing but not leaving her throbbing heat.
“Mm, that was your freebie,” he hummed, kissing over the marks he had left on her breast before moving to the other. “I want you to gush on my cock.”
Winifred moaned, heel digging into his back at the feeling of his hand stroking over her pussy and tongue caressing her other nipple. “I can do more,” she said, loving when he pulled her from the edge and made her wait. She licked over her dry lips trying to think outside of Spike's teasing hand and mouth.
Blue eyes rolled over her, a crooked smile filling his lips as his shaft throbbed beneath his dark jeans at the sight of her. “Gonna count for me?” His fingers made their way back up her lower lips to her clit.
Her breath quickened at the continued taunting, nodding quickly. “Yes,” she swore, heat rising as she worked herself onto his palm.
Spike didn't look away from her, still idly teasing her hardened nipple as his fingers pushed apart her lips, pressing against her covered entrance. His cock was hard and waiting as he listened to her small moans and the growing tightness in her body. His fingers only stopped when he felt her come too close to her next climax.
Fred let out a breath, whining as the building arousal tapered off without the press of his fingers against her. She dug her fingers into his scalp while her other hand held the edge of her desk as she fought off the last press of her orgasm.
“One,” she said in a huffed breath when it passed completely, her eyes rolling back to her boyfriend.
The vampire hummed, fingers returning to her, moving his free hand to stroke her innermost thighs. Fingers trailed down her panty line before spreading her lips while keeping her underwear on. She bit her lip at feeling exposed and dirty at the same time, watching him trail his mouth down her bare chest and midriff as his fingers teased over her wet underwear and her entrance. The brunette gasped at the feeling of his tongue licking over her exposed lips, watching as his head sank between her spread legs and pushed her skirt up further. She huffed, rocking to his fingers as he sucked at her clothed clit.
Fred panted as her orgasm built again, her fingers leaving Spike to completely grip the table biting back her need to come. Spike groaned against her wet underwear pulling back when he felt Fred tense once more. He licked over the taste of her as it mixed with the metallic taste of her blood. His hand left her, watching her shudder as she rode the edge of her orgasm. He didn't look away from her pinched pleasured expression, gripping himself through his jeans to stave off the ache of his erection.
“Two,” she moaned, looking down at the kneeling vampire.
A moan left her lips as she watched him free himself from his jeans. Only to whimper at knowing she would have to wait to feel the long shaft inside her. Spike caught her eye, a crooked smile on his face before his left hand returned to stroke her clit with his thumb as he stroked himself. Spike smiled wider when she rocked towards the touch, loving how sensitive she got whenever he denied her. The vampire's hand slowed on his length moving his right hand back to her and slipping it under her panties.
Fred gasped moaning louder at the bare touch of his cool hand against her wet heat. Her hips moved to the fingers that slid over her folds, clenching around the anticipation of having them inside her.
The blonde didn't look away from her rocking hips as she worked herself against his stroking fingers. His left hand didn't stop rubbing her clothed clit as two of his fingers circled her wet opening, teasing her higher before stopping again.
She groaned at the loss, chest heaving as she spoke. “Three,” her word husky as her orgasm waned again.
The vampire watched her. “Think you can make it to ten, kitten?” He asked, raising to kiss and suck at her clavicle, hands still poised on her pussy. “I think you can.”
“Yeah, I can do it,” she groaned, fingers digging into his shoulders as he leaned over her. “Wanna come on your cock,” Fred added, her head tilting to the side.
He groaned against her skin at her moaned words, fingers returning to teasing her and bringing her to the edge again and again. Her breaths came in pants as her orgasm built faster each time. Her lips stayed parted as her arms clung to him, never losing count even as her mind became consumed with the tingling waves of mounting pleasure.
The brunette’s body was trembling when she hushed out a hoarse nine. Her body reclined and braced herself on her desk. Fred's head tossed to the side when Spike pulled the pumping twisting fingers under her panties out of her. Her eyes fluttered as Spike's hands left her floating on a sea of pleasure. Fred's gaze found Spike's, licking over her dry lips at his heated gaze.
The vampire’s gaze roved her heaving chest as she lay back against the desk with her skirt bunched against her hips. Her legs were spread with her drenched panties on full display. He let out a groan at the sight of her looking up at him and so disheveled. His hand wrapped around his aching erection. Spike rutted into his fist as he stroked himself, pre-cum beading in his tip as he let her orgasm fade again.
“Fuckin’ priceless luv,” Spike groaned, letting go of himself to pull her panties aside and press two fingers back into her.
She gasped at the sudden return of them within her, clenching and working herself back on the pumping fingers. Her eyes rolled closed moaning as he moved his fingers faster and harder into her sensitive core, trying to keep up with them as her orgasm roared closer. Fred gasped, clenching back her need to come and around his fingers shouting a begged warning before Spike's fingers pulled from her suddenly. Spike’s jaw hung open groaning at her wet heat and tight canal, wanting to feel her around his cock.
“What's the count, kitten?” He asked with a voice full of need and pride pressing closer to her overstimulated body.
Fred shuddered, moaning and leaning to the feeling of his hardness against her hip as he leaned over her. “Ten,” she muttered, hips gyrating and trying to beckon his shaft closer, only to whine when he slid his tip teasing over her wet panties. “Spike,” she whined, with the overwhelming need to come as her body shook and trembled under him with need.
Spike groaned, pulling back from her, his hand still wrapped around his aching cock and stroking it as he looked down at her soaked panties. He pulled them aside, taking in her glistening pink folds and clenching opening.
“Christ,” he grunted, looking back to her half-lidded eyes. “With me, kitten?” He asked, left hand leaving her needy pussy to climb up her midriff watching her abdomen tremble under his touch. His blue eyes watched his pale fingers as they gripped her trembling sides. “Ready for me?”
“Please,” she begged, fingers gripping his tight tee, swallowing as her hips rocked with the lingering waves of her denied orgasm. “I’m so wet just for you, Spike,” she moaned, licking her lips as he finally pulled the soaked underwear down her legs. “I want to come for you.”
Spike groaned at the huskiness of her voice, eyes feasting on the sight of her glistening swollen clit and welcoming entrance. The blonde spread her lips further before dragging his aching shaft over her pussy and circling her clit with his bulbous tip. He watched the twitch of her legs at each touch of his tip against her oversensitive clit before pressing into her with a groan. His jaw hung slightly as he entered her trembling slick heat. Fred’s eyes rolled closed, breath leaving her at finally feeling his long shaft inside her. Her back arched, clenching around him at the feeling of him snug inside and sinking deeper. She swallowed back a low groan at the feeling of him pressed so close, digging her fingers into Spike’s sides as he bottomed out with a roll of his hips.
The blonde paused when he bottomed out inside her, grinding into her with a groan at her tightness around him. Fred's toes curled at the feeling of him between her legs, wrapping her own tighter around his waist. His mouth ran with praise as he pulled his hips back, the slow drag of his cock out of her ripping a whine from her lips. Without thought her hips moved to chase his retreating length before gasping when his hips rocked forward once more. Spike grunted at her constant sounds, her fingers twisting in his shirt and keeping him close.
Spike let out a low groan, setting a quick pace as she moaned his name in warning. He grunted at the feeling of her clenching around his throbbing length and rutting up to meet his hips. Her orgasm returned quickly and rose to new heights. His eyes roved her arching body, watching her chest heave with her every moan as he drove into her welcoming entrance pushing her over the edge. Fred cried out when she finally came, body jerking and clenching around his thrusting shaft as her toes curled. She writhed under him, whimpering as another quickly built at his quick and deep pace crying out as she rode the tide of her orgasms.
Spike let out a huff as he watched her come, feeling her clench tight around his cock. The feeling of her third orgasm pulled him over the edge, her body tense and clinging to him as he lost his pace cumming into her with a guttural groan.
Fred’s eyes rolled closed, biting her lip at the feeling of the vampire’s orgasm as she came down from her own. Spike’s body jerked and stiffened over her as her dazed eyes opened in time to watch him come. Her lips laced with a proud smile, fingers uncurling from Spike’s tight shirt only to wander up his back.
“I think you said somethin’ about drivin’ me home?” She questioned, trying to stretch her tingling legs and toes from where they had been vice-gripped around his waist.
“Ya.” Spike chuckled, fingers stroking over her pins and needles legs. “Promise to play with ya proper when we’re back at yours.”
She smiled, relaxing under the feeling of his hands. “As long as I can nap in the car,” she said with a hum of appreciation of his fingers digging into her sore muscles even at the loss of him inside her.
Because I'm always proactive about this kinda stuff. My Buffyverse gift exchange for @leatafandom
I haven't come up with a title for this sorry.
Genre: smut, basically a PWP (I attempted to write a miscommunication moment)
Warnings: bloodplay-ish, very descriptive smut, turning
Pairing: Tillow(wishverse edition)
Tara had never been the social one, so when the vampires took over the night it didn’t really affect her. She stayed home, went to school and graduated without much trouble. Though everyone told her she needed extracurriculars she refused knowing that she couldn’t bond with anyone anyway given her family’s…history. Some days she thought maybe she’d rather be a vampire than a demon like all the other girls in her family. It was around the middle of the semester of her first year in college and she had stayed at the library a bit longer than she had intended, night was falling and fast. The only safety rule was that students had to be back in their dorms by sundown. Tara headed out of the library and was caught off guard when a girl pulled her under the eaves on the side of the library.
“You have to help me.” she hissed.
It took Tara a moment to take in the other girl’s dress. The dark colors, leather and heavy makeup marked her as definitely a vampire. But for some reason that wasn’t why her heart was racing, it was just how pretty the other girl was. “Why would a vampire need my help?” She tried to play cool.
The other girl sighed and ran her fingers through her red hair, messing it up a bit, “because something much more dangerous than us is coming.” she swallowed nervously “and we’re actually not the most well organized right now.”
Tara raised an eyebrow.
“Look, I can tell you more when we are out of danger but right now I need you to give me shelter.” The other girl bit her bottom lip “and I promise I won’t eat you.”
“Alright deal, but just for one night.” she nodded and took the vampire-girl’s hand trying to hide her blushing as she did so.
The buildings across campus were tall enough to cause enough shadows to keep the vampire girl safe as the two headed to Tara’s dorm.
“I’m Willow by the way.” she said as they walked “I thought we should at least know each other's names.”
“I’m Tara.” she looked back at the other girl and smiled softly. Just before sunset they reached Tara’s dorm building. She unlocked the lobby door and held it open “Do you um…need an invitation to the whole building or just my room?”
“Just your room, I think the rest of the building is considered a public space.” Willow’s voice was smooth as she stepped inside.
They made their way up to Tara’s room and she opened it as well “You’re invited in but just for tonight.” she said firmly before stepping in the room herself.
“I did promise that I wouldn’t eat you.” Willow sing-songed as she followed her inside. “Besides, things have been chaotic recently. I'm thinking of switching to animal blood.”
Feeling curious and pity for her companion Tara sat on the edge of her bed and patted the spot beside her “why’s that?”
“Our leadership is divided, ever since our…’queen’, for lack of a better term, broke up with her lover and skipped town. He was temperamental for a bit.” she sighed and kicked off her boots so she could lay down on the bed properly “then he started to be hunted by these scientist folks, like the rest of us. They’re worse than a slayer, with a slayer you’re just dead but with these guys they capture you and do experiments on you. Some have come back not able to drink human blood, some have come back permanently in vamp face. Others come back crazier than our ex-queen. Most didn’t come back at all. No one has seen our leader since he escaped their capture and most of us think he skipped town. Now there’s whisperings of a threat larger than that, something that’s been said to silence even vampires.” she sat up at this last statement “We’re advised not to sleep at night at all and I don’t think you should either.” she said to Tara, firmly.
Tara listened to all this with a growing empathy. Vampires weren’t as monstrous as they were painted. They had feelings and fears and lives outside of eating humans. Maybe it was once again because she knew the destiny in store for her, but she reached out for Willow’s hand “I’m so sorry, that sounds hard. I’ll stay awake all night with you.”
Willow took her hand cautiously then pulled her into an unprompted hug. “Thank you.” she murmured.
As they pulled apart Tara could feel her cheeks burning. “I guess I just know what it’s like to feel like you’re alone in your struggle. There’s a legend in my family that the girls always turn into a demon after a certain age. So we’re all super controlled at home.” She made a face and kicked her own shoes off to join Willow on the bed.
“Why don’t you take control of your own destiny?” Willow said, watching her calmly.
“How would I do that?” she had a feeling she knew how and the very idea excited her.
“Control the kind of demon you become,” she smiled slowly, reaching out to touch Tara’s cheek “I can make it really enjoyable for you.” her voice lowered to a purr.
Her eyes half shut as she leaned into Willow’s hand, “hmm, on one condition, we both go into an animal blood only diet.”
Willow huffed “fine. deal.”
Tara giggled blushing a bit “you’re in charge now.”
Willow grinned and grabbed Tara, pinning her against the bed and kissing her hard. Tara made a startled noise which caused her to break the kiss.
“Wait I thought you wanted-”
“I thought you were going to-” they both started and Tara blushed.
“I thought you were just gonna turn me.”
“I thought you wanted more than that.” Willow looked down and played with her sleeve.
“I do! I didn’t know if you did, I thought it was just another victim.”
“What! No I’m not like our leaders just sireing whoever. I wanted my first, and maybe only, turning to mean something.”
“O-oh.” Tara nodded and flushed “I’m honored then.” this statement caused Willow to giggle lowly. She kissed Tara again before moving to kiss and lick at her neck, enjoying the way Tara squirmed and whimpered when she bit lightly at the skin of her neck. Willow scaled further down her body pausing only briefly to lick and tug at her nipples before moving further down. Biting tenderly at her hips and inner thighs just enough to get a brief taste of her blood. There was magic there but nothing that suggested Demon heritage. She decided not to mention this as Tara seemed too deep in her own pleasure to bother. Her moans were like music to Willow and she closed her eyes as she dug her tongue into her folds, savoring the sweet taste of her as she was already halfway to climax. She worked her over the edge, as she tasted her climax she couldn’t decide which tasted better Tara’s juices or her blood. She crawled back up so she and Tara were face to face again. She rubbed her cheek tenderly.
“ Having fun?”
“Yeah.” it was barely above a murmur.
“Do you wanna taste yourself?”
“Yes please.”
“So polite.” Willow chuckled before kissing her deeply, using her moan to push her tongue further inside her. She drew back and bit into her own wrist “now, just keep drinking until you can’t anymore okay?”
Tara nodded, eye glassy and breathing heavy from her climax.
“Good girl.” Willow purred and bit into her neck. Tara moaned softly before sucking at her wrist. Willow could feel the life drain from her but also something pour in from herself as well. Eventually Tara’s sucking slowed and all Willow could do was wait. She decided to slip out of her corset and other clothes down to her bra and panties then she delicately played with the fingers on one of Tara’s hands, she could already feel the bond between them. Slowly Tara stirred and looked up at her.
“Well something is different I can feel it inside. Like a connection between us.” She smiled and pulled Willow in to kiss her fiercely.
“Mmm more confidence too.” Willow purred as she felt Tara taking off her bra eagerly. There was a hunger in how she kissed and licked down her body. She seemed to be copying what Willow had been doing to her before just from memory, though her work was a bit less elegant. Due to either excitement or being new to pleasuring someone. Her tongue still felt amazing as she worked at Willow’s core, sending her climaxing faster than she had ever experienced before. Once she had peaked Willow held Tara close as they made out lazily. Enjoying the fading flavor of each other.
“So who are we hiding from?” Tara asked after a few moments.
“I’m not actually sure, all I heard was that this force could silence vampires.” She shrugged.
“Well we still have a few hours before sunrise so should we go again?”
Willow chuckled “oh absolutely.”
As they began another round of lovemaking, neither of them heard the clinking of a passing servant to The Gentleman. Because they were awake all night, they were the only two who kept their voices. They left at sunrise, noticing no difference as Willow showed Tara the way to her new home and new clan. A clan who was able and willing to accept all of her as she was now.
Reminder that posting starts on January 1st and you have until the end of January 7th to get your gifts in. Make sure to @ the blog and use the tag #buffyversegiftexchange24 so I can reblog it.
Having joined this fandom so late in the game, I was disappointed to find that all the events and such that used to be held for these great shows (and their follow up comics) have since ended, so I decided to start this as a way to bring some (un)life back into the Tumblr side of the fandom and show the world it hasn’t dusted just yet. This will be a fic and art exchange for all fans of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel: the Series. I hope you guys will be as excited for this event as I am.
Sign ups will be open until November 30th, 2023 at 11:59 EST. Starting December 1st, 2023, I will start sending out the info to each person about their giftee.
Posting Day(s) will be from January 1st until January 7th., 2024 Your gift may be posted on any of these days, and I will be reblogging them here in a spread out manner so as not to spam anyone’s dash.
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Hi ! My gift for @juanabaloo for the Buffyverse Gift Exchange 2023 on tumblr !! Sorry for not upload it before, but I hope you still enjoy it!
Thanks to @beatriceeverytuesday1 for help me with the text !
Full illustration below or on AO3 :)
"On a mission at sea, a storm hits and Buffy and Faith find themselves isolated on a deserted island. They are forced to sleep together while waiting for help.
They start the night on opposite sides of the bed, but sometimes
we move in our sleep without meaning to."
Here is a gift for @MalvyDaina for the Buffyverse gift exchange! @buffyversegiftexchange
Rating is E. Ship is Faith / Buffy aka Fuffy. (approx 10K words)
Title: Tru Flowers
Warnings / tags: No Archive Warnings Apply. Fluff and Smut, First Dates, Sexual Fantasy, Light Dom/Sub, Finger Sucking, Oral Sex, Praise Kink, Face Sitting, Recreational Drug Use (it’s just weed), Hypnotism, Vibrators, Fingering, mild Orgasm delay. (additional chatty tags in the AO3 summary)
Description: A Fuffy Getting Together story, in a No Powers AU. They're both in their 30s and live in LA. Buffy works at a flower shop and Faith works at a tattoo shop. They meet at their local coffee shop.
Preview: Faith finished the half baked cookie…
“Maybe I can visit your flower shop actually, I have an upcoming design for a tattoo with a lot of different flowers and I’d love to pick your brain.”
Here is a gift for @backwvengeance for the Buffyverse gift exchange! @buffyversegiftexchange
Rating is T. Ship is Faith / Buffy aka Fuffy. (approx 24K words)
Warnings / tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence. Fluff and Angst, Hurt / Comfort, Blood and Injury, Kissing, Petty Theft, Canon-Typical Violence, Shared Dreams, Swearing (additional chatty tags in the AO3 summary)
Description: A Fuffy Enemies to Lovers story, in a Canon Divergent AU. A slightly milder-than-canon Faith doesn't wake up from her coma until S5, and she and Buffy talk about their shared dreams. (additional canon divergence notes in the link)
Preview: And the jacket. The jacket smells like her. Buffy remembered how last night, before she went to bed she had sniffed the jacket, inhaling it deeply. It smelled like leather but something else too. Maybe the perfume Faith wore? Or her shampoo? Buffy frowned. She was pretty sure rivals didn’t sniff the war trophies they took after they won.
