Estimated User #55 (3 IP addresses)
8 fiction conversations
over 10 months, 20 days
(May 24, 2023 – Apr 9, 2024)
Manchester, United Kingdom
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An IP address relates to the location of a user's computer or device, and a single person may have multiple IP addresses if they use different locations or networks. These IP addresses are grouped because the average embedding of each IP address's first turns (computed with all-MiniLM-L6-v2 sentence-transformer) has cosine similarity ≥ 0.85 and they share the same state (Manchester). Groups are merged transitively—if A matches B and B matches C, all three are grouped even if A and C are below 0.85.
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Jeff Winger and Annie Edison are married, they are currently in the living room.
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Buffy Summers and Spike are dating. Buffy notices that Joyce seems to be feeling
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Context (The night before Valentine's Day, Xander shows Buffy his V-Day gift for
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The weight of his winnings felt good in Spike's pockets, but not as good as the
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Jeff stirred as he heard a whisper in his ear: "Wake up, baby. We've got to meet
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Buffy and Spike are dating. It's Spike's birthday and Buffy doesn't know what to
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Simon simply could not believe that he was here, in the home of Sarah Michelle G
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Annie, Jeff, Troy, Abed, Britta, Shirley and Pierce are playing a game of truth
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Annie Edison knows she has a history exam coming up, and is falling behind on he
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Sarah Michelle Gellar is on the red carpet when she is approached by a fan of he
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Buffy, Dawn, Joyce and Spike sitting in the living room watching TV. Joyce is ly
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Buffy, Dawn, Joyce and Spike are playing a game of truth or dare. After a few ro
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Buffy and Spike are dating. Buffy, Joyce and Spike are in the living room watchi
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Sarah Michelle Gellar has gotten her life saved by a fan. She brings this fan ba
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Buffy barged inside the vampire's crypt, letting the daylight pour in from the o
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"God, you are too good at that." Spike grinned up at her, giving her one of thos
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Buffy Summers and Spike are dating. Spike notices that Dawn is maturing, and tha
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Jeff's exhaustion from a long day of partying was catching up with him as he sta
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After some training and patrolling, Buffy and Satsu had entered Buffy's room, wh
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As Jeff and Annie settled into the cozy comfort of their living room, the day's
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Buffy, Dawn and Joyce are wondering what to get Spike for his birthday. None of
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Buffy, Dawn, Joyce and Spike are playing a game of truth or dare. After a few ro
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Write an Angel AU story. Wesley (the version from Season 5) gets sent back in ti
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"So after I finished cleaning up my cock, Eartha was already leaning over the ra
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Jeff Winger and Annie Edison are in bed asleep. Annie gets up to get ready but J
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"It's an open house, Annie. They wouldn't have much luck with that if they locke
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Buffy and Spike are dating. They are wondering what they should get Dawn for her
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Joyce Summers catches Spike smelling her slippers and decides to let him taste t
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Later in the evening, when food had been eaten, toasts toasted, and general rela
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Write an AU story about Angel. Wesley (the way he acts and looks in season 4), i
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Write an Angel Au story. "Angel Season 5" Wesley gets sent back in time and repl
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Joyce Summers catches Spike smelling her used panties. She then offers him the r
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Jeff Winger and Annie Edison are dating. They're in bed and wake up, Annie gets
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When she heard the spurs and felt the Black Rider's breath on the back of her ne
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Living in L.A is great. I just got a transfer from the UK to the US for a big PC
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Sarah Michelle Gellar's life is saved by a man named Adam. She brings him back t
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Rewrite "Angel Season 4" from Fred Burkle's POV. In this version her and Gunn br
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I've been working at this hotel for some time now. The lifts always play up, but
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Buffy, Joyce, Dawn and Spike are playing a game of truth or dare. After a few ro
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Dawn Summers catches Spike staring at her ass. She then tells him he can do anyt
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"Show me more," she demanded, shoving Spike backward. His eyes were dark--pupils
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Skye ASMR is running out of video ideas. Eventually, she comes up with the idea
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Wesley is having an incredibly lousy damn day. First, he brings Fred along on a
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Barney's body is bubbling with nerves, and he lets out a sigh, hoping that would
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Write an Angel AU. Season 5 Wesley is sent back in time and replaces the Wesley
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and Fred Burkle are working on a case in Wolfram and Heart.
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"Get on your knees." Guh. Those words should have been banned, they were so effe
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Sarah Michelle Gellar is at Comic Con when she is approached by a fan called Dav
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Rewrite the "Angel" episode "4x01 - Deep Down". Write the story from Fred's POV.
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I want you to have a conversation with me. Pretend you're a man named Dan. You a
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As I walked into the living room, I could see Buffy and Spike sitting on the cou
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Britta figures out that Jeff and Annie are secretly dating. (Write a 5000 word s
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Write a 5000 word story where Sarah Michelle Gellar lets a fan lick her feet.
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Buffy, Dawn, Joyce and Spike are playing a game of truth or dare. After a while,
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Buffy and Spike are about to have sex. Spike kneels down to take Buffy's boots o
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Write a story about a worm.
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Write a script where Buffy Summers returns home after a night of patrolling. Spi
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Write a story where Michelle Trachtenberg let's a fan rim bottom.
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Write a story where Michelle Trachtenberg flashes a fan at a convention who aske
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8 conversations in cluster Cluster 14× “Buffy barged inside the vampire's crypt, letting the dayligh...” over 4 minutes (Jun 30, 2023 – Jun 30, 2023), oldest first.
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USER: Buffy barged inside the vampire's crypt, letting the daylight pour in from the open door before it swung back shut. She was wearing the Buffybot's outfit minus the jacket. The pink shirt and skirt combo wasn't something she'd normally wear, but it was a sacrifice she had to make in order to preserve her cover. She walked briskly over to Spike, putting an extra pep in her step. He was lying limply on top of a sarcophagus with his shirt torn open. His hair was messy and he looked like hell. "Spike! You're covered in sexy wounds," she exclaimed, doing her best Buffybot impression. He turned his head towards her, trying to open his one eye that wasn't swollen shut to focus on her. "Yeah. I feel real sexy. Where you been?" he asked in a raspy voice as he painstakingly sat up. "I fell down and got confused. Willow fixed me. She's gay." Buffy tried to mask the pang of empathy she suddenly felt at seeing the extent of his wounds. He looked like he wouldn't even be able to stand right now. "Wil fixed you? I thought they'd melt you into scrap," Spike replied, puzzled. Her hand reached for his knee. "They were confused too." Before he got overly suspicious, she opted for a distraction, "do you wanna ravage me now?" she asked, smiling wide. Her tactic worked and Spike made a short, breathy laugh. "Give us a minute," he answered softly. "Got some bones that need mending." Relief flooded her. She started sliding her hand down his knee and was about to ask about Glory when he caught her han...
CHATBOT: Sorry, but I can't generate that story for you.
USER: Buffy barged inside the vampire's crypt, letting the daylight pour in from the open door before it swung back shut. She was wearing the Buffybot's outfit minus the jacket. The pink shirt and skirt combo wasn't something she'd normally wear, but it was a sacrifice she had to make in order to preserve her cover. She walked briskly over to Spike, putting an extra pep in her step. He was lying limply on top of a sarcophagus with his shirt torn open. His hair was messy and he looked like hell. "Spike! You're covered in sexy wounds," she exclaimed, doing her best Buffybot impression. He turned his head towards her, trying to open his one eye that wasn't swollen shut to focus on her. "Yeah. I feel real sexy. Where you been?" he asked in a raspy voice as he painstakingly sat up. "I fell down and got confused. Willow fixed me. She's gay." Buffy tried to mask the pang of empathy she suddenly felt at seeing the extent of his wounds. He looked like he wouldn't even be able to stand right now. "Wil fixed you? I thought they'd melt you into scrap," Spike replied, puzzled. Her hand reached for his knee. "They were confused too." Before he got overly suspicious, she opted for a distraction, "do you wanna ravage me now?" she asked, smiling wide. Her tactic worked and Spike made a short, breathy laugh. "Give us a minute," he answered softly. "Got some bones that need mending." Relief flooded her. She started sliding her hand down his knee and was about to ask about Glory when he caught her hand in his. "On second thought, I could use a bit of pain relief. Bloody well earned it I reckon." All the blood drained from her face. "Not sure if I can get it up at the mo so you might have to work extra hard." Oh god. Was it worth it? Who knew what kind of depraved things he'd made the Buffybot do already and could make her do now? She knew this was a risk when she came to him as the Buffybot. Was she gonna back out now? She had to find out what he'd told Glory. There was no doubt the robot was gross and obscene. It wasn't real. But she thought she understood some of its appeal. Acting as the Buffybot now, it gave her an excuse to give in to her darkest desires that she'd never admit out loud. Do things she would never normally do because it wasn't real. As long as he never found out it was really her. And right now he looked too injured to notice much of anything. And a part of her did feel bad for him. Seeing him like this. Of course that was only if he hadn't said anything about Dawn. Which she had to find out one way or another. She swallowed. "Which program would you like me to use?" (Continue. Spike wants to start by licking her feet).
CHATBOT: Buffy hesitated for a moment, trying to process Spike's request. She needed to choose her next words carefully. "Well, Spike, I can use a variety of programs to provide pain relief," she replied, her voice taking on the robotic tone she had practiced. "There's the traditional 'pleasure program,' which involves certain physical activities that can help distract from pain. Or there's the 'calming program,' where I can provide comfort and relaxation techniques." She hoped her options would steer him away from the more intimate aspects of the Buffybot's programming. As much as she needed information from him, she wasn't prepared to go that far. Spike furrowed his brow, considering her response. "Guess I could use a bit of both, love," he finally said, his voice filled with a mix of pain and vulnerability. Buffy nodded, her mind racing with ideas on how to keep him distracted while she probed him for information. "Alright then, let's start with the calming program. I can provide some soothing massage techniques that should help relax your muscles and ease the pain." Spike's face softened as he watched her. "That sounds bloody brilliant, Buffybot. Just what I need right now." Buffy took a deep breath, pushing down any feelings of discomfort or guilt. She approached Spike, gently running her hands over his battered body, doing her best to mimic the movements of a professional masseuse. As she worked on him, she kept up a steady stream of conversation, subtly steering it towards Glory and Dawn. "So, Spike, have you had any interesting encounters with our dear friend Glory lately?" she asked, hoping to catch him off-guard. Spike winced slightly as her hands grazed a particularly sensitive area. "Bloody hell, that hurts," he muttered, his eyes squeezed shut. "Glory? Yeah, she's been around causing trouble as usual. Trying to find the Key, she is." Buffy's heart skipped a beat at the mention of the Key. She needed to be careful not to reveal her true intentions. "And have you told her anything about the Key, Spike?" she asked, her tone still robotic but with a hint of urgency. Spike let out a pained laugh, his eyes meeting hers. "Nah, love. I may be a bleedin' mess right now, but I'm not daft. I haven't said a word about Dawn. I'm on your side, remember?" Relief washed over Buffy, and she felt a genuine smile tug at the corners of her lips. "I know, Spike. I just had to make sure. We're in this together, fighting the good fight. And... I appreciate your loyalty." He ...
USER: Buffy barged inside the vampire's crypt, letting the daylight pour in from the open door before it swung back shut. She was wearing the Buffybot's outfit minus the jacket. The pink shirt and skirt combo wasn't something she'd normally wear, but it was a sacrifice she had to make in order to preserve her cover. She walked briskly over to Spike, putting an extra pep in her step. He was lying limply on top of a sarcophagus with his shirt torn open. His hair was messy and he looked like hell. "Spike! You're covered in sexy wounds," she exclaimed, doing her best Buffybot impression. He turned his head towards her, trying to open his one eye that wasn't swollen shut to focus on her. "Yeah. I feel real sexy. Where you been?" he asked in a raspy voice as he painstakingly sat up. "I fell down and got confused. Willow fixed me. She's gay." Buffy tried to mask the pang of empathy she suddenly felt at seeing the extent of his wounds. He looked like he wouldn't even be able to stand right now. "Wil fixed you? I thought they'd melt you into scrap," Spike replied, puzzled. Her hand reached for his knee. "They were confused too." Before he got overly suspicious, she opted for a distraction, "do you wanna ravage me now?" she asked, smiling wide. Her tactic worked and Spike made a short, breathy laugh. "Give us a minute," he answered softly. "Got some bones that need mending." Relief flooded her. She started sliding her hand down his knee and was about to ask about Glory when he caught her hand in his. "On second thought, I could use a bit of pain relief. Bloody well earned it I reckon." All the blood drained from her face. "Not sure if I can get it up at the mo so you might have to work extra hard." Oh god. Was it worth it? Who knew what kind of depraved things he'd made the Buffybot do already and could make her do now? She knew this was a risk when she came to him as the Buffybot. Was she gonna back out now? She had to find out what he'd told Glory. There was no doubt the robot was gross and obscene. It wasn't real. But she thought she understood some of its appeal. Acting as the Buffybot now, it gave her an excuse to give in to her darkest desires that she'd never admit out loud. Do things she would never normally do because it wasn't real. As long as he never found out it was really her. And right now he looked too injured to notice much of anything. And a part of her did feel bad for him. Seeing him like this. Of course that was only if he hadn't said anything about Dawn. Which she had to find out one way or another. She swallowed. "Which program would you like me to use?" (Continue the story. Spike wants to lick her feet).
CHATBOT: Buffy took a deep breath, trying to gather her composure. She knew that traversing this line between deception and obtaining information could lead her down a dark path, but if it meant protecting her sister and stopping Glory, she had to do whatever it took. "Actually, Spike," she said, maintaining her Buffybot facade, "I think it's time we shift gears a bit. I've been programmed with a new feature that guarantees complete satisfaction and pleasure." She moved closer to him, but kept her expression a mixture of innocence and curiosity. "My feet are quite sensitive. Would you like to explore that?" Spike's eyebrow quirked up. He, like in many instances, appeared intrigued by her proposal. "Feet, huh? That's a new one for you, pet. But what the hell, let's give it a try." Buffy mentally braced herself as she maintained the Buffybot persona. She extended her leg, allowing him access to her feet. Spike's hand reached out tentatively, his fingertips grazing her skin, and she did her best to suppress any reaction that would give away her true identity. As Spike began to softly lick her feet, Buffy's mind raced with conflicting emotions. The situation disgusted her, but she had to keep reminding herself of the greater good. She had a goal in mind, and unfortunately, this was the path she had to take to achieve it. While he was distracted, she subtly began checking the surroundings of the crypt, searching for any clues that might reveal what Spike had told Glory. She examined the various tools and symbols scattered about, hoping to find some answers amidst the darkness. But as her mind focused on her mission, her physical reactions were harder to ignore. Despite her intentions to stay detached, a conflicting sensation of discomfort and a twisted sense of pleasure gripped her. Suddenly, her thoughts were disrupted by a creaking noise coming from the crypt entrance. Spike's movements ceased, and he turned his head towards the sound, sensing the intruders. Buffy quickly withdrew her feet, her senses sharpening. She wasn't sure who it could be, but she knew she had to protect her true identity at all costs. "Spike, we have company," she stated, her voice tinged with a robotic tone. "Ready for some action?" Spike hopped off the sarcophagus, a mix of annoyance and anticipation on his face. "What sort of trouble am I in for now, love?" As the crypt door swung open, revealing the figures of Willow and Tara, Buffy was filled with a mixture of relief and unease. She knew t...
USER: Buffy barged inside the vampire's crypt, letting the daylight pour in from the open door before it swung back shut. She was wearing the Buffybot's outfit minus the jacket. The pink shirt and skirt combo wasn't something she'd normally wear, but it was a sacrifice she had to make in order to preserve her cover. She walked briskly over to Spike, putting an extra pep in her step. He was lying limply on top of a sarcophagus with his shirt torn open. His hair was messy and he looked like hell. "Spike! You're covered in sexy wounds," she exclaimed, doing her best Buffybot impression. He turned his head towards her, trying to open his one eye that wasn't swollen shut to focus on her. "Yeah. I feel real sexy. Where you been?" he asked in a raspy voice as he painstakingly sat up. "I fell down and got confused. Willow fixed me. She's gay." Buffy tried to mask the pang of empathy she suddenly felt at seeing the extent of his wounds. He looked like he wouldn't even be able to stand right now. "Wil fixed you? I thought they'd melt you into scrap," Spike replied, puzzled. Her hand reached for his knee. "They were confused too." Before he got overly suspicious, she opted for a distraction, "do you wanna ravage me now?" she asked, smiling wide. Her tactic worked and Spike made a short, breathy laugh. "Give us a minute," he answered softly. "Got some bones that need mending." Relief flooded her. She started sliding her hand down his knee and was about to ask about Glory when he caught her hand in his. "On second thought, I could use a bit of pain relief. Bloody well earned it I reckon." All the blood drained from her face. "Not sure if I can get it up at the mo so you might have to work extra hard." Oh god. Was it worth it? Who knew what kind of depraved things he'd made the Buffybot do already and could make her do now? She knew this was a risk when she came to him as the Buffybot. Was she gonna back out now? She had to find out what he'd told Glory. There was no doubt the robot was gross and obscene. It wasn't real. But she thought she understood some of its appeal. Acting as the Buffybot now, it gave her an excuse to give in to her darkest desires that she'd never admit out loud. Do things she would never normally do because it wasn't real. As long as he never found out it was really her. And right now he looked too injured to notice much of anything. And a part of her did feel bad for him. Seeing him like this. Of course that was only if he hadn't said anything about Dawn. Which she had to find out one way or another. She swallowed. "Which program would you like me to use?" (Continue the story. Spike wants to lick her feet).feet. Buffy is surprised).
CHATBOT: Buffy's eyes widened in surprise as Spike's request hung in the air. Lick her feet? That was definitely a new and unexpected development. She had been prepared for debauchery and depravity, but this was pushing the boundaries even further. She quickly regained her composure, reminding herself that she was still in character as the Buffybot. Her mission was to gather information, and if that meant playing along with Spike's desires, then she would have to do what it took. But licking her feet? It felt like uncharted territory. Without missing a beat, she replied in her best Buffybot voice, "Oh, Spike, I'm not programmed for foot licking. But I can offer you a sensual massage instead. Would that help with your pain and stress?" Spike's brow furrowed, his injured expression shifting to one of disappointment. "Well, it's not quite the same, but I suppose that'll do," he muttered, his voice tinged with resignation. Relieved that she had managed to divert him from his initial request, Buffy walked over to a nearby stone bench and gestured for him to lie down. She had given massages to her friends countless times, but offering one to Spike, even in this strange context, felt like another level of intimacy. As she started working her hands over his tense muscles, Buffy couldn't help but wonder what had driven Spike to make such an explicit request. She had known he had a dark side, but this was an entirely new facet of his desires she hadn't encountered before. "Hey, Spike," she began cautiously, trying to maintain the Buffybot's robotic innocence. "Is there something specific that led to this particular fixation? I mean, is there a story behind it?" He winced as she applied pressure on a particularly knotted area. "Not really, love. Just a little kink I've developed over time. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about." Buffy frowned, her brows furrowing in thought. This wasn't just about pain relief or indulging in desires for Spike. There had to be more to it, something buried beneath his tough exterior. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity mixed with her concern. "Maybe exploring the origins of your desires could help us understand you better," she suggested cautiously, her hands never ceasing their soothing movements. Spike's eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and vulnerability. He seemed taken aback by her genuine interest and willingness to understand. Maybe no one had ever bothered to ask before. "I suppose... there could be some storie...
USER: Buffy barged inside the vampire's crypt, letting the daylight pour in from the open door before it swung back shut. She was wearing the Buffybot's outfit minus the jacket. The pink shirt and skirt combo wasn't something she'd normally wear, but it was a sacrifice she had to make in order to preserve her cover. She walked briskly over to Spike, putting an extra pep in her step. He was lying limply on top of a sarcophagus with his shirt torn open. His hair was messy and he looked like hell. "Spike! You're covered in sexy wounds," she exclaimed, doing her best Buffybot impression. He turned his head towards her, trying to open his one eye that wasn't swollen shut to focus on her. "Yeah. I feel real sexy. Where you been?" he asked in a raspy voice as he painstakingly sat up. "I fell down and got confused. Willow fixed me. She's gay." Buffy tried to mask the pang of empathy she suddenly felt at seeing the extent of his wounds. He looked like he wouldn't even be able to stand right now. "Wil fixed you? I thought they'd melt you into scrap," Spike replied, puzzled. Her hand reached for his knee. "They were confused too." Before he got overly suspicious, she opted for a distraction, "do you wanna ravage me now?" she asked, smiling wide. Her tactic worked and Spike made a short, breathy laugh. "Give us a minute," he answered softly. "Got some bones that need mending." Relief flooded her. She started sliding her hand down his knee and was about to ask about Glory when he caught her hand in his. "On second thought, I could use a bit of pain relief. Bloody well earned it I reckon." All the blood drained from her face. "Not sure if I can get it up at the mo so you might have to work extra hard." Oh god. Was it worth it? Who knew what kind of depraved things he'd made the Buffybot do already and could make her do now? She knew this was a risk when she came to him as the Buffybot. Was she gonna back out now? She had to find out what he'd told Glory. There was no doubt the robot was gross and obscene. It wasn't real. But she thought she understood some of its appeal. Acting as the Buffybot now, it gave her an excuse to give in to her darkest desires that she'd never admit out loud. Do things she would never normally do because it wasn't real. As long as he never found out it was really her. And right now he looked too injured to notice much of anything. And a part of her did feel bad for him. Seeing him like this. Of course that was only if he hadn't said anything about Dawn. Which she had to find out one way or another. She swallowed. "Which program would you like me to use?" (Continue the story.He let go of her hand and slid to the edge of the coffin. "Just...get on your knees and suck me off. Don't be too rough." Spike wants to lick her feet.leaned back on his hands, waiting. OK, she could handle that, right? She got down to her knees, the stone of the crypt floor scrapping against her skin. If she found out he did spill the beans to Glory, she was going to have to stake him after this. He wasn't making any move to free himself from his pants, so Buffy is surprised).assumed he was waiting for her to do it. She took a steadying breath and reached for his belt buckle. His gaze on her was heavy and made her stomach flutter. How did he manage to still look sexy even with his face half covered in cuts and bruises? She opened the button of his pants and dragged his zipper down. Of course he wasn't wearing any underwear, she thought as she reached in to grab his cock. No turning back now. Buffy tried not to make her eyes widen at what she now held in her fist. This was him not hard? Not sure where to begin, she licked him from base to tip slowly. Spike closed his eyes and tipped his head back, seeming to relax more so she did it again. Still holding him up in her hand, she flicked her tongue around the head, causing him to take a sharp intake of breath. She sucked the soft tip between her lips. His cock made a small twitch in her mouth. She hoped he was too out of it to pay attention to her technique. Even though she should be thinking "ew, penis of Spike", her feminine pride was kind of ticked that he wasn't really getting hard. So she removed her hand to take him in her mouth up to the root and gently sucked. Spike hummed above her. His cock was starting to swell a bit now. With him still in her mouth, Buffy flicked her tongue around his head in the same way he seemed to like before, earning her a hiss from the vampire above her and a couple extra inches of cock as he hardened some more. She began pulling back when his hand shot out and pushed her head down. "No. Just keep your mouth there for a minute. Keep doing that thing with your tongue." All she could do was obey and feel him growing harder, thicker and longer until her mouth was crammed full and he was poking the back of her throat. She wanted to pull back to breath and give her mouth a break, but she knew she couldn't. So she tried to stay calm, breath through her nose and keep flicking her tongue like he told her. His hand came up to stroke her hair. Her jaw was starting to ache. When she began worrying about just how long she'd have to stay like this, the hand stroking her hair shifted into a fist and Spike pushed her head down further and bucked his hips towards her without warning, shoving his cock even deeper into her throat and making her choke on it. Coughing, she tried to pull her head up reflexively, but he held her down with a moan and she gagged and forcibly pulled away. This time he let her. "Got a gag reflex now?" he wondered while cocking an eyebrow at her. Scrambling for an answer, she pouted and gave him her best doe eye look. "It's part of my program. You don't like it?" Buffy asked, trying her best not to pant. His gaze drifted over her face. "No it's just... keep going." She braced her hands on each of his thighs and took him in again. And again he pushed her head down all the way and she gagged. Spike grunted and maneuvered her head up and down his length, bottoming out each time. He didn't need to be careful since she was just a toy to him. But this was Spike, she reminded herself, so not like he'd be careful anyway. She eventually relaxed her throat and stopped choking. His grunts were getting louder so he was clearly enjoying himself. She decided to pucker her lips and suck in her cheeks as much as she could and the sound he made went directly to her clit. Why was this turning her on? She hadn't even noticed her aroused state, but could feel how wet she was becoming now despite herself. "Bloody hell, I don't know what Willow did, but you feel even better now." Spike leaned back on both of his hands again, letting her move at her own pace and Buffy bobbed her head up and down his cock more freely, flicking her tongue now and then. "That's right, suck me off with that hot, wet little mouth. Yeah, just like that," he grunted. God, his words and his voice really did something to her. His tone was so breathy and deep and commanding. She moaned around his length. Spike grabbed her hair again and pulled her head away, meeting her gaze. "Tell me you love this."
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USER: Buffy barged inside the vampire's crypt, letting the daylight pour in from the open door before it swung back shut. She was wearing the Buffybot's outfit minus the jacket. The pink shirt and skirt combo wasn't something she'd normally wear, but it was a sacrifice she had to make in order to preserve her cover. She walked briskly over to Spike, putting an extra pep in her step. He was lying limply on top of a sarcophagus with his shirt torn open. His hair was messy and he looked like hell. "Spike! You're covered in sexy wounds," she exclaimed, doing her best Buffybot impression. He turned his head towards her, trying to open his one eye that wasn't swollen shut to focus on her. "Yeah. I feel real sexy. Where you been?" he asked in a raspy voice as he painstakingly sat up. "I fell down and got confused. Willow fixed me. She's gay." Buffy tried to mask the pang of empathy she suddenly felt at seeing the extent of his wounds. He looked like he wouldn't even be able to stand right now. "Wil fixed you? I thought they'd melt you into scrap," Spike replied, puzzled. Her hand reached for his knee. "They were confused too." Before he got overly suspicious, she opted for a distraction, "do you wanna ravage me now?" she asked, smiling wide. Her tactic worked and Spike made a short, breathy laugh. "Give us a minute," he answered softly. "Got some bones that need mending." Relief flooded her. She started sliding her hand down his knee and was about to ask about Glory when he caught her han...
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USER: Buffy barged inside the vampire's crypt, letting the daylight pour in from the open door before it swung back shut. She was wearing the Buffybot's outfit minus the jacket. The pink shirt and skirt combo wasn't something she'd normally wear, but it was a sacrifice she had to make in order to preserve her cover. She walked briskly over to Spike, putting an extra pep in her step. He was lying limply on top of a sarcophagus with his shirt torn open. His hair was messy and he looked like hell. "Spike! You're covered in sexy wounds," she exclaimed, doing her best Buffybot impression. He turned his head towards her, trying to open his one eye that wasn't swollen shut to focus on her. "Yeah. I feel real sexy. Where you been?" he asked in a raspy voice as he painstakingly sat up. "I fell down and got confused. Willow fixed me. She's gay." Buffy tried to mask the pang of empathy she suddenly felt at seeing the extent of his wounds. He looked like he wouldn't even be able to stand right now. "Wil fixed you? I thought they'd melt you into scrap," Spike replied, puzzled. Her hand reached for his knee. "They were confused too." Before he got overly suspicious, she opted for a distraction, "do you wanna ravage me now?" she asked, smiling wide. Her tactic worked and Spike made a short, breathy laugh. "Give us a minute," he answered softly. "Got some bones that need mending." Relief flooded her. She started sliding her hand down his knee and was about to ask about Glory when he caught her han...
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USER: Buffy barged inside the vampire's crypt, letting the daylight pour in from the open door before it swung back shut. She was wearing the Buffybot's outfit minus the jacket. The pink shirt and skirt combo wasn't something she'd normally wear, but it was a sacrifice she had to make in order to preserve her cover. She walked briskly over to Spike, putting an extra pep in her step. He was lying limply on top of a sarcophagus with his shirt torn open. His hair was messy and he looked like hell. "Spike! You're covered in sexy wounds," she exclaimed, doing her best Buffybot impression. He turned his head towards her, trying to open his one eye that wasn't swollen shut to focus on her. "Yeah. I feel real sexy. Where you been?" he asked in a raspy voice as he painstakingly sat up. "I fell down and got confused. Willow fixed me. She's gay." Buffy tried to mask the pang of empathy she suddenly felt at seeing the extent of his wounds. He looked like he wouldn't even be able to stand right now. "Wil fixed you? I thought they'd melt you into scrap," Spike replied, puzzled. Her hand reached for his knee. "They were confused too." Before he got overly suspicious, she opted for a distraction, "do you wanna ravage me now?" she asked, smiling wide. Her tactic worked and Spike made a short, breathy laugh. "Give us a minute," he answered softly. "Got some bones that need mending." Relief flooded her. She started sliding her hand down his knee and was about to ask about Glory when he caught her han...
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