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Drabble: Into You Like A Train
Title: Into You Like A Train
Author: snogged
Pairing: Spike/Willow
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own all. I own nothing. Oh and I stole the title from a Grey's Anatomy episode so I don't own that either.
Rating/Warnings: FRA0/NC-17; for sex and themes of dominance (AU)
Word Count: 236
Beta: None specifically but it was given the boyfriend stamp of approval. Please let me know if you spot any spelling/grammar errors (btw, thanks Gabrielle)
A/N: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purplefeen. I promised you smut, hunny, so I hope this satisfies. I was inspired by the film "Pineapple," which I highly recommend to anyone who can appreciate a decent mix violence, language, drugs, and soft-core porn. Also, I tried a different format for this and I'm crossing my fingers that it works.
She's burning for him like a hot wire, the intensity and need pouring off of her in waves. Her lips attack his and he imagines that if he had breath, she'd steal it from him. Her tongue is inside his mouth, seeking out dominance and control and it's not hard for him to yield to her desires. He's not going to fuck around, not going to tease. Tonight, he transforms from a wolf to a puppy.
(She's like a train careening off its tracks, debilitating, devastating as it destroys what is left of its path.)
His hands find her hips, bracing her, as she sheaths his cock within her, rocking her hips and clenching her thighs as if she's trying to swallow him whole. Her lips brush against his neck, blunt teeth nipping against sensitive skin and he can hear her panting from the exertion. There is no mercy in her passion, its red and its fire. It's almost more than he can stand.
(She's like a time bomb, raw and powerful, ready to pop and explode.)
After she comes with a primal scream, she collapses against him, soft hair brushing against his chest. Her nose presses against his chin and his fingers wrap around her shoulder. He knows she won't run away from him. He takes great pride knowing that she wants to stay.
(And like a breath of fresh air, she's his to inhale.)
Author: snogged
Pairing: Spike/Willow
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own all. I own nothing. Oh and I stole the title from a Grey's Anatomy episode so I don't own that either.
Rating/Warnings: FRA0/NC-17; for sex and themes of dominance (AU)
Word Count: 236
Beta: None specifically but it was given the boyfriend stamp of approval. Please let me know if you spot any spelling/grammar errors (btw, thanks Gabrielle)
A/N: written for
purplefeen. I promised you smut, hunny, so I hope this satisfies. I was inspired by the film "Pineapple," which I highly recommend to anyone who can appreciate a decent mix violence, language, drugs, and soft-core porn. Also, I tried a different format for this and I'm crossing my fingers that it works.She's burning for him like a hot wire, the intensity and need pouring off of her in waves. Her lips attack his and he imagines that if he had breath, she'd steal it from him. Her tongue is inside his mouth, seeking out dominance and control and it's not hard for him to yield to her desires. He's not going to fuck around, not going to tease. Tonight, he transforms from a wolf to a puppy.
(She's like a train careening off its tracks, debilitating, devastating as it destroys what is left of its path.)
His hands find her hips, bracing her, as she sheaths his cock within her, rocking her hips and clenching her thighs as if she's trying to swallow him whole. Her lips brush against his neck, blunt teeth nipping against sensitive skin and he can hear her panting from the exertion. There is no mercy in her passion, its red and its fire. It's almost more than he can stand.
(She's like a time bomb, raw and powerful, ready to pop and explode.)
After she comes with a primal scream, she collapses against him, soft hair brushing against his chest. Her nose presses against his chin and his fingers wrap around her shoulder. He knows she won't run away from him. He takes great pride knowing that she wants to stay.
(And like a breath of fresh air, she's his to inhale.)