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snoggedTitle: What Are You Thankful For?
Author: snogged
Pairing: Spike/Willow
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I take credit for nothing. Joss Whedon owns them all and I don’t want to face his wrath.
Rating: FRAO/NC-17; dark, angst, rape, anal, forced orgasms, adult language, sexual slurs, sex with a minor.
Setting: BtVS Season 2 so Willow’s 16.
Summary: Spike wants to know what Willow’s thankful for…
Word Count: 266
Feedback: Yes, please
A/N: written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bad_swa November mini-prompt challenge. This ficlet does not have a happy ending for Willow so I’m warning you of that now. Also, not beta’d so any mistakes are mine.
Willow sobbed, pressing her cheek against the cement wall as Spike unloaded his cum into her ass for the second time in less than an hour. The tight, ring of muscles felt like it was on fire from his ravenous assault and it was clear he didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
Spike’s lacquered nails dug into her shoulders and she flinched, taking in a sharp breath.
“What are you thankful for, Red?”
Willow blinked. What the fuck did he expect her to say? I’m thankful you kidnapped me and raped my ass in the basement of your filthy dungeon? That he didn’t include Drusilla and Angelus in his demented games? That she was still breathing?
“Come on, pet. It’s Thanksgiving. Must be something in that big brain of yours to be thankful for.”
She could feel him getting hard again, could feel him lining himself up for another intrusion. His cock was just as eager for her screams as he was.
“Nothing.”
Spike’s lips brushed against her ear and she shivered. “Know what I’m thankful for, pet?” He thrust into her and Willow bucked her hips in response. She felt his arm wrap around her waist and his fingers found her clit, pinching and twisting at it until it hardened. Willow moaned, feeling her body betray her to his manipulations. “That you’re gonna cum. No matter how much it hurts. Because you’re my pretty, little bitch and you’ll do what I say.”
She had always heard that there were worse things than death. She just never thought death would take her as his dirty whore.
Author: snogged
Pairing: Spike/Willow
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I take credit for nothing. Joss Whedon owns them all and I don’t want to face his wrath.
Rating: FRAO/NC-17; dark, angst, rape, anal, forced orgasms, adult language, sexual slurs, sex with a minor.
Setting: BtVS Season 2 so Willow’s 16.
Summary: Spike wants to know what Willow’s thankful for…
Word Count: 266
Feedback: Yes, please
A/N: written for the
bad_swa November mini-prompt challenge. This ficlet does not have a happy ending for Willow so I’m warning you of that now. Also, not beta’d so any mistakes are mine.Willow sobbed, pressing her cheek against the cement wall as Spike unloaded his cum into her ass for the second time in less than an hour. The tight, ring of muscles felt like it was on fire from his ravenous assault and it was clear he didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
Spike’s lacquered nails dug into her shoulders and she flinched, taking in a sharp breath.
“What are you thankful for, Red?”
Willow blinked. What the fuck did he expect her to say? I’m thankful you kidnapped me and raped my ass in the basement of your filthy dungeon? That he didn’t include Drusilla and Angelus in his demented games? That she was still breathing?
“Come on, pet. It’s Thanksgiving. Must be something in that big brain of yours to be thankful for.”
She could feel him getting hard again, could feel him lining himself up for another intrusion. His cock was just as eager for her screams as he was.
“Nothing.”
Spike’s lips brushed against her ear and she shivered. “Know what I’m thankful for, pet?” He thrust into her and Willow bucked her hips in response. She felt his arm wrap around her waist and his fingers found her clit, pinching and twisting at it until it hardened. Willow moaned, feeling her body betray her to his manipulations. “That you’re gonna cum. No matter how much it hurts. Because you’re my pretty, little bitch and you’ll do what I say.”
She had always heard that there were worse things than death. She just never thought death would take her as his dirty whore.
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