My Last Account Stopped Working And I Can't Sign Back Into It. So Here I Am With A Brand New Account

He's so nice to look at 🤭

Life's too short to pretend my celebrity crush isn't Anthony Stewart Head

Supernatural headcanon <3

Crowley writes fan fiction, specifically about him and Dean. He has a fic that's over 70 chapters about him and Dean hunting together, and every other chapter is smut.

Rupert Giles xf!reader

Giles x assistant librarian reader

Y/n - your name

F/B - favorite book

NOT PROOFREAD

This is one of the first fics that I've written so it probably isn't the best.

<3

You had just started working at Sunnydale high school as the library assistant after you had found a 'HIRING' as posted on the towns bulletin board. You had moved this small, middle of nowhere town to get a fresh start, and that's what you were going to do.

The Monday you started your new job quickly came. You quickly got ready and headed straight to the school. The principal stopped you on your way in, saying he didn't have the time to meet with you now, but to behave or be fired, then he pointed you in the direction of the library and walked off.

You walk down the halls to the library, dodging walls of students talking to each other. When you finally make it to the library you quietly go through the double doors. You are greeted by a well dressed man fussing over a few small piled of books scattered across several tables. He doesn't seems to notice you.

You gently clear your throat, "Hello."

The man jumps and practically throws a book at you. You flinch backwards and out of the way as to not get hit.

"My apologies." The man says with an English accent.

"It's... Fine." You respond, somewhat hesitantly. "I'm the new library assistant, and I'm assuming you are Mr. Giles?" You say as you slowly bend down to grab the book.

He begins walking across the room towards you. "Yes, that would be me." He replies as he takes the book back. "I didn't mean to." He says with an awkward smile as he taps the book against his hand.

"It's alright," you say kindly, "I didn't mean to startle you."

"That still doesn't warrant a book being thrown at you." He says while adjusting his glasses.

"Hey," you chuckle, "there are worst things to be thrown at you." You say with a shrug.

"This is true I suppose." He agrees.

"Anyways, I guess I should probably introduce myself. I'm Y/n." You say as you hold your hand out for him to shake, which he does. You silently take note of how big his hands are compared to yours. "I'm new." You finish with a smile.

"The library assistant Snyder insists I need." He says with a small roll of his eyes, which doesn't go unnoticed by you. "I suppose you want the tour?" He asks, trying to sound kind despite his irritation.

"Um," you start, looking around the room, "counter and offices, " You say pointing to your right, "library," you point to the center of the room, "and, cage?" You say pointing to your left, your head tilted slightly, showing your confusion.

"Yes, well, I guess you don't need the tour after all. That? That's been there since before I got here." He responds, rubbing the back of his neck.

You nod in response. You quickly look at him, trying to figure him out but you come up short, all you can find is how attractive the older man is.

•   •   •   •   •   •

Several months have passed since you started the job as assistant librarian. With the more time you spent with Giles the bigger of a crush you had on him. You try your best to keep is hidden from him, but it's been getting harder and harder, you suspect that he has started catching onto your feelings.

You are sat at a chair behind the library counter, reading because you got all of your daily work done, when Giles comes in.

"Y/n," Giles gently calls out without looking up from the large leather book in his hands. "Where did you put my relativity of Latin?" He asks, sitting down at one of the few tables.

You look up from your book when he speaks. Your eyes follow him, perhaps a little too long. You watch as he sits down, asking where a specific book is, a book that is sitting on the table in front of him.

"Mr.-" You start before he cuts you off with a look. You clear your throat before talking again. "Giles" you state, emphasizing his name because he rathers you call him his name without the title. He continues to watch you, waiting for you to continue. You simply point down to the table he used sitting at, his eyes follow your finger, seeing the book he is asking for sitting less than a foot away from him.

"Oh." He breathes out.

You almost chuckle at his lack of observation as you turn your head back to your book.

After a moment Giles quietly sets his own book down and stands up, walking around the counter to stand next to where your sitting.

"What are you reading?" He asks softly.

"F/B" you state just as softly.

He makes a soft noise of response as he pulls a chair over to sit next to you. A subtle blush comes to your face when he see how close he sits. You notice how he smells like books tea and faintly of cigarettes, to you, it's a welcome smell.

"Y/n." He says in an almost whisper.

"Hmm." You respond while turning your head to look at him.

"Your blushing." He whispered while making eye contact.

You don't know what to say, you just sit a look at him. A smirk comes to his face and your blush deepens. He slowly leans in closer to you, your noses almost touching. You can't tell if he is messing with you and your feelings or if he feels the same way you feel about him.

"I like it." He whispers even softer than before in his thick english accent while gently brushing hair out of your face.

You decide to bite the bullet and lean in all the way, connecting your lips with his in a hesitant kiss.

His eyes widen when you kiss him, not expecting you to be so bold, but he is quick to return the kiss. His hand slides to hold your head in place and he gently deepens the kiss.

After a long moment you pull away for breath.

"So." You start, almost hesitate to know the answer to what your about to ask. "How long have you known?" You ask softly as to not break this gentle moment.

"I figured it out after a month if you working here." He responds just as softly. "For the record I like you too." He says reassuringly.

You begin to smile at his confession, knowing that this is just the start of a lovely relationship with the librarian.

<3

Ghost band headcanons

Terzo ~ Sfw

Terzo listens to early 2000s pop when he's alone in his office, he's a Katy Perry and lady Gaga stan.

Terzo likes to stare people down when he knows it unnerves them.

~ Nsfw

Terzo completely forgets english when he cums, he'll start to quietly ramble in Italian.

Copia ~ Sfw

Copia uses Duolingo in hopes of understanding english slang.

Copia has a collection of EVERYTHING he's gotten from fans, he feels bad getting rid of things, so they stay in a large box in the corner if his room.

~ Nsfw

While copia isn't very experienced, he knows how to use his mouth, and well, he'll have you coming apart in less than 5 minutes.

Navigation

Here's everything for navigating through my blog!

Last updated: May 15, 2025

Smut - 𖤐

Fluff - ♡

Angst - ✧

Spice but not full smut - ※

Buffy the vampire slayer

Giles x reader

Giles x Female Library assistant reader

Spike x reader

𖤐 Catching him in a compromising position

Supernatural

Headcanons

Crowley Headcanon

Ghost the band

Headcanons

※Terzo and Copia headcanons

V became papa and now that's all I see on my dash. Where's my pookie, Copia??! 😭😭😭

Spike x reader smut

Catching him in a compromising position

Spike x f!reader smut

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

Not proofread

Minors do not interact

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I need advice on how to write better fan fiction 😭

I haven't posted any of my writing because I don't feel like it's any good.

Every few weeks when supernatural starts trending again you know it's either because something great happened like Misha confirming Destiel (again) or the world fucking exploded, there is no in between.

she sent me her location where tf is this