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And once again I hold back request drabbles in hopes of writing the last three, but that’s just not gonna happen, I don’t think. Apologies to those who didn’t get what they wanted *smooches* better luck with the fickle muse next time, lol. original request/posting/fb here

girlmacbeth asked for spike/xander/dawn at Christmas

The Spirit of Giving

"'S what you always wanted, innit?"

Dawn looked at Xander. Xander looked at Dawn. "Ummm...."

"It's...not what you always wanted?"

The dejectedness was feigned, but the genuine article was not far behind. "It's...well...it's what we always wanted, but...you know....I'm not sure it qualifies...."

"Well I added a bow, didn't I?" Spike leered and swiveled his hips suggestively.

denied_heaven asked for Lindsey/Dawn, her wearing his shirt.

Simple Pleasures

Lindsey's shirts had the pleasure of being wrapped around many naked women, over the years. Cindy used to slip his flannel over that smooth, lingering summer tan when the nights got cool. And then there had been Sophie, during the first year of law school...that unspeakable time when he'd found it acceptable to wear polo shirts.

That one mistaken night with Lilah. His tuxedo shirt hugged her curves, far too short to be decent in most states.

None of them had ever looked as inviting as Dawn, in an oversized Skynard tee in a cheap motel in Georgia.

She was just as warm and soft as he expected when he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling that sweet body back against his own. "Hey, babe." She smelled like shampoo, and Black and Milds. His teeth skimmed the curve of her ear. "Since when do you smoke?"

She took a drag and tapped the ash, smokey eyes teasing a glance over her shoulder. "Around the time I started fucking renegade supervillains."

"You sayin' I'm bad for your health?"

“You have a Surgeon General’s warning tattooed on your ass?”

He made a show of looking over his shoulder. “Naw, not yet. Want me to get one? Maybe on my shoulder, though. I don’t wanna look like a Cabbage Patch doll, stamp on my butt cheek.”

Her laugh was just as young and infectious as it should have been, if she weren’t the veteran of a dozen apocalypses. He kissed the sweet curve of her neck.

adorkablefae asked for Spike/Dawn wallsex and

snogged asked for Spike/Dawn schoolgirl sex. Smush em together and what do you get? This drabble.

Rebel

His jacket was soft against her thighs, leather cool and supple. His cigarette still burned in the hand braced to the wall, cherry glowing against dark brick in the dim light.

The other groped under the little plaid skirt, fingers trailing along the pulled-aside panties, and when she clenched around him he swore, hips convulsing forward to pin her harder.

The brick scraped her back. She drew her legs in, held him in place.

“Bloody…fuck, pet. Who taught you that?”

His lips brushed her throat, followed by the graze of teeth and she ground against him.

He exhaled, the sound dirty and feral and pleasured. “If big sis could see you now, eh?”

The cigarette butt made a glowing arc as it fell to the pavement, and she gasped at the sharp yank on her hair, the unnatural, supplicating angle.

Then he began to fuck her.

nyghtpet asked for S/X leather…it went sorta comical on me, but I’m sure she won’t mind :)

Gag Me

Leather didn’t taste good.

The gag bit into the tender edges of Xander’s mouth, and it felt like licking a cow every time he swallowed, tongue bobbing up. He lodged a futile protest with the responsible party.

Fingers threaded into his hair, drawing his head back at an angle that made him choke. “Now, pet. What did you learn about speaking with your mouth full, mmm?”

Xander glared over his shoulder. If Spike didn’t watch it, his mouth was never going to be that full again.

When he’d agreed to ‘play a little game,’ he hadn’t anticipated ending up trussed up like the Thanksgiving bird, wrists and ankles bound with leather and his ass in the air.

And let’s not forget the leather-flavored dildo gag.

He was going to kill Spike. He was going to KILL Spike. HewasgoingtokillSpike.

“’Pology accepted, luv. Now, tell me when it tickles.”

The flogger smacked his ass with a sharp sting, and Spike laughed when he screamed and attempted to wriggle away.

That vampire’s days were numbered.

madame_meretrix asked for spangel in a garage. Not quite a garage, but it’s what came to mind with the elaboration she gave me. This was originally going to be human AU, but then it turned As5 canon on me.

Due Compensation

Angel stared at the mangled pile of metal forlornly heaped in the body shop’s junk lot.

His beautiful, beautiful Viper. It made him want to weep. Or beat someone to death. “Do you have any idea what this car cost me?”

“Dunno. What’s your average devil paying for a soul these days. Three blowjobs and a pack of ciggies?”

The glare that swung towards Spike at that moment harkened back to the day Spike had set fire to Angelus’ favorite waistcoat in a fit of rage.

Hadn’t been able to stand up straight for a fortnight after that one.

“Actually, I paid with an insolent boy.” As Angelus stalked closer, Spike had to keep himself from stuttering backward, till they were nose to nose. “Think I have any of those still lying around?”