Drabble Call Responses for
dischargie and <lj site="livejournal.c
Jan. 19th, 2009 05:02 pmGeneral Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They all belong to their respective shows.
Beta: None. If you see anything glaring in these drabbles, please let me know.
A/N: Please keep in mind that this drabble call was intended to let loose some anger and frustration. So don't expect happy endings or anything, okay?
Pairing: Booth/Spike (implied Booth/Angel)
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Booth makes Spike scream the name of his special FBI agent.
Requested by
dischargie
Ratings/Warnings: FRM/R; slash, adult language, sexual slurs, and implied sex
When he walked into Spike’s room, the special agent reeked of Angelus and it made Spike’s nostrils burn. What was this bloke thinking? Did he honestly believe Spike would settle for sloppy seconds?
“So when Angel fucks you, do you scream like a dirty little bitch?” Agent Booth asked.
“Wot’s it to you?” Spike retorted.
“I’d make you scream. My name would be branded on your lips.”
“Is that right?” Spike leered.
Booth narrowed his eyes. He was going to fuck the insolence right out of this fucker. And he was going to do it better than Angel ever did.
Pairing: Spike/Lindsey
Prompt: Angsty/Dirty/Dark/Kinky
Requested by
ash_carpenter
Rating/Warnings: NC-17/FRAO; slash, dark, dub-con/non-con, adult language, violence, explicit sex
Spike’s face slammed into the wall with a dull thud as he tried to find some kind of word that would soothe Lindsey’s current state of rage.
“Bloody hell, mate. What crawled up your ass and died?”
Lindsey pushed his pelvis against Spike’s ass, his erection a hard, throbbing spear just dying to rip apart Spike’s puckered hole. “Fuck you, Spike.”
Spike winced as Lindsey’s fingers made quick work of his clothes, turning the thinner fabrics into shreds. Spike barely had time to blink before Lindsey’s cock was inside him. There was no pleasure, no love, just pain. It was raw and brutal, burying itself to the hilt and never sliding out again.
“Just let it out,” Spike breathed, suddenly realizing that this was therapy for Lindsey. Taking a piece of Spike’s ass was pretty much therapy to everyone these days. “Give it all to me, baby.”
And Lindsey did…until salty tears started to burn his baby blue eyes.
Beta: None. If you see anything glaring in these drabbles, please let me know.
A/N: Please keep in mind that this drabble call was intended to let loose some anger and frustration. So don't expect happy endings or anything, okay?
Pairing: Booth/Spike (implied Booth/Angel)
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Booth makes Spike scream the name of his special FBI agent.
Requested by
Ratings/Warnings: FRM/R; slash, adult language, sexual slurs, and implied sex
When he walked into Spike’s room, the special agent reeked of Angelus and it made Spike’s nostrils burn. What was this bloke thinking? Did he honestly believe Spike would settle for sloppy seconds?
“So when Angel fucks you, do you scream like a dirty little bitch?” Agent Booth asked.
“Wot’s it to you?” Spike retorted.
“I’d make you scream. My name would be branded on your lips.”
“Is that right?” Spike leered.
Booth narrowed his eyes. He was going to fuck the insolence right out of this fucker. And he was going to do it better than Angel ever did.
Pairing: Spike/Lindsey
Prompt: Angsty/Dirty/Dark/Kinky
Requested by
Rating/Warnings: NC-17/FRAO; slash, dark, dub-con/non-con, adult language, violence, explicit sex
Spike’s face slammed into the wall with a dull thud as he tried to find some kind of word that would soothe Lindsey’s current state of rage.
“Bloody hell, mate. What crawled up your ass and died?”
Lindsey pushed his pelvis against Spike’s ass, his erection a hard, throbbing spear just dying to rip apart Spike’s puckered hole. “Fuck you, Spike.”
Spike winced as Lindsey’s fingers made quick work of his clothes, turning the thinner fabrics into shreds. Spike barely had time to blink before Lindsey’s cock was inside him. There was no pleasure, no love, just pain. It was raw and brutal, burying itself to the hilt and never sliding out again.
“Just let it out,” Spike breathed, suddenly realizing that this was therapy for Lindsey. Taking a piece of Spike’s ass was pretty much therapy to everyone these days. “Give it all to me, baby.”
And Lindsey did…until salty tears started to burn his baby blue eyes.
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on 2009-01-19 11:14 pm (UTC)I loved it! Was just what I needed!
Thank you sweetie!!! *hugs*
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on 2009-01-19 11:24 pm (UTC)harsh and unforgiving and oddly beautiful I think that's what my brain was going for :)
*hugs*
Yay
I wish I still could write this well, I've lost it. Thank Goddess you still have it.
Re: Yay
on 2009-01-19 11:25 pm (UTC)I'm thanking the goddess you have some time to read LJ now :)
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on 2009-01-19 11:23 pm (UTC)Dirty. :D I like.
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on 2009-01-19 11:25 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-20 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-20 02:45 am (UTC)Don't worry about it if you don't know a fandom :)
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on 2009-01-20 01:19 am (UTC)Thank you very much!!!
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on 2009-01-20 02:45 am (UTC)I had a good time writing it
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on 2009-01-20 07:23 am (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-20 02:43 pm (UTC)That's so sweet of you to say.
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on 2009-01-20 02:55 pm (UTC)And poor Lindsey, poor Spike. Wonderfully dark, honey.
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on 2009-01-20 02:56 pm (UTC)And ooh, I know you're not much into het but the Barney/Robin I wrote for this drabble call makes me very, very happy.
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on 2009-01-22 12:27 am (UTC)He was going to fuck the insolence right out of this fucker. And he was going to do it better than Angel ever did.
I’d love to see him dothat! And the Angel can teach him who the boss is. ;)
xxx
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on 2009-01-22 06:09 am (UTC)*squishes*
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on 2009-01-25 10:23 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-26 03:17 pm (UTC)