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It's my posting day for
noel_of_spike and I'm getting the ball rolling by posting two posts today. One slash and later on in the day, one het. These stories are based on a drabble call I posted a few days ago so thanks again to all who participated.
Title: Santa Baby
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Rating/Warning: FRAO/NC-17; slash, sex, adult language, dress-up, song parody.
Pairing: Spike/Wesley
Word Count: 120
Summary: The most humiliating game yet.
Beta:
velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.
A/N: written for
rockstarpeach who wanted “Evil Santa” and Spike/Wesley.
“Santa baby, I want a cock and really that’s not a lot…been an awful good boy…”
Despite all the games he had allowed himself to engage in with Spike, butchering Eartha Kitt lyrics while Spike’s cock pounded his ass was the most humiliating. Especially with the furry ball of the Santa cap smacking against his cheek with every thrust.
Spike grunted; nails digging crescent moon shapes into Wesley’s hips as he raced towards the edge. He could feel the holiday cheer sweeping through his body, coiling up in the pit of his stomach, and leaving him with the sweet ache of release.
But unlike the real Santa, Spike knew he was going to be coming more than once this year.
Title: Passion, Destructive
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Rating/Warning: FRAO/NC-17; slash, smut, adult language
Pairing: Spike/Oz
Word Count: 100
Summary: They were reckless with each other…
Beta:
velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.
A/N: written for
darlingchaos who requested Spike/Oz, gingerbread, and a little spice.
Spike’s lips drew songs and whispers from Oz’s mouth as their cocks rubbed against each other with heated friction.
They were reckless with each other, demanding more and more as they chased the thrill, as they ignored the details, and the reasons for doing this. They knocked over furniture, and flattened obstacles in their path.
It wasn’t until Oz rolled over, sated from the chaos of their fucking, that Spike chuckled. Stuck to the wolf’s lithe back were chunks from Buffy’s carefully constructed gingerbread house. It was added proof that passion really was the most destructive force in the book.
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Title: Santa Baby
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Rating/Warning: FRAO/NC-17; slash, sex, adult language, dress-up, song parody.
Pairing: Spike/Wesley
Word Count: 120
Summary: The most humiliating game yet.
Beta:
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A/N: written for
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“Santa baby, I want a cock and really that’s not a lot…been an awful good boy…”
Despite all the games he had allowed himself to engage in with Spike, butchering Eartha Kitt lyrics while Spike’s cock pounded his ass was the most humiliating. Especially with the furry ball of the Santa cap smacking against his cheek with every thrust.
Spike grunted; nails digging crescent moon shapes into Wesley’s hips as he raced towards the edge. He could feel the holiday cheer sweeping through his body, coiling up in the pit of his stomach, and leaving him with the sweet ache of release.
But unlike the real Santa, Spike knew he was going to be coming more than once this year.
Title: Passion, Destructive
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Rating/Warning: FRAO/NC-17; slash, smut, adult language
Pairing: Spike/Oz
Word Count: 100
Summary: They were reckless with each other…
Beta:
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A/N: written for
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Spike’s lips drew songs and whispers from Oz’s mouth as their cocks rubbed against each other with heated friction.
They were reckless with each other, demanding more and more as they chased the thrill, as they ignored the details, and the reasons for doing this. They knocked over furniture, and flattened obstacles in their path.
It wasn’t until Oz rolled over, sated from the chaos of their fucking, that Spike chuckled. Stuck to the wolf’s lithe back were chunks from Buffy’s carefully constructed gingerbread house. It was added proof that passion really was the most destructive force in the book.