Rumpus During Confessional || Spaith || NSFW
Spike continued to scout out the main part of the church before turning around and walking back over her. She was soaked from head to toe and even though the cold didn’t bother him, he knew it bothered her on top of her not liking the cold. “Well…’M sure there’s some sort of clothin’ or blanket layin’ ‘round here,” he said with a shrug.
He stripped off his duster and draped it over a pew; he didn’t like being wet or having wet clothing sticking to him. A hand ran through his bleached curls in an attempt to tame them but it was no use. “Come on, mop,” he teased with a small smile. “Lets get ya out of yer clothes and see if we can’t find a blanket or somethin’,” he said taking her hand.
Faith wasn’t even ashamed to admit that even with the danger they had just been in, her eyes still roamed over his body as he took off of his duster and revealed the rest of his clothing sticking tight to his lean body. “Ya know, usually when you try and get me outta my clothes it’s a lot sexier.” The brunette laughed a little as she slipped her hand into his.
Squeezing her hand, he lead them down the aisle. His mind was wondering but it wasn’t about the the nest of demons that had chased them into the chapel, but they were more about the soaking wet Slayer standing at his side. The blonde couldn’t help but run his eyes over her form. Her clothing sticking to her lean and tone body in all the right places.
“Think there might be somethin’ in the back rooms through those doors,” Spike said as he pointed towards a hallway. “An’ then…” he trailed off, his eyes running over her once again. “—I forgot…”
Piercing blue eyes searched the god for any inkling hint of what she wanted. But he couldn’t tell by her face; the vampire was beyond curious now as to what she wanted. Folding his arms across his chest, he leaned back against the wall as he continued to stare at Glory, “What do ya want?”
"You mean you haven’t figured that out yet? That bleach must’ve done more damage to your brain than I thought." She sighed, shaking her head in an over-dramatic display. "I want my key. I know she’s told you where it is. Now be a good boy and don’t lie to me. Just tell me what I want to know and maybe I’ll let you live.”
Spike rolled his eyes; of course she wanted the key. But she wasn’t going to get it…at least not until he was a pile of dust. “Sorry. Don’t know what yer talkin’ ‘bout,” he said with a small shrug. “Slayer don’t tell me anythin’ anymore,” he lied hoping she would take the lie. In truth he did know who and where the key.
I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.
This fucking this^^^
I’ve always loved this.
I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.
Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.
Now I feel like I have to go to a d metal concert.
Literally every time I see this post it has a different story or two and it just makes me so happy
Metalheads are my favorite music fans. They pick you up, they take care of you in a pit, they make sure you’re okay, and they keep a lookout for people who need help. I fucking love metal pits.
It’s the “hardcore” kids you need to watch out for.
*dumps entire bottle of foundation on face*
I’m gonna start wearing makeup in my fucking sleep.
dear god, let it be enough
don’t tell me to calm down I’ll throw a fucking desk at your face
thanks cable guide, that narrows it down to almost every buffy episode ever
Okay. I’m going back over here ‘cause the urge is strong and…akjsd;kjdljdflsd;; you all don’t know what’s to come…