Sock Puppet Buffy
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,513
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Sock Puppet Buffy
Title: Sock Puppet Buffy Chapter I. NEW!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What happens when one night a very drunk Spike, gets bored and misses Buffy? WARNING! If you are easily offended by sock puppet rape, do NOT read.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here, save for the storyline. All characters and the like are trademark properties of Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy and it's affiliates. Lyrics are copyrighted their owners and etc. Please don't sue. I'm just a poor girl. Really, I am.
If you read and review I will love you forever and ever. Promise. :)
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The television in the background flickered on and off. The black and white static displayed on the screen had the peroxide prince in a fine mess. His newest distraction from a bonkered television set was the Slayer. Who now happened to be on some stupid, no, I'm sorry, make that *REALLY* stupid retreat with her Watcher. It wasn't exactly one of the best night's of Spike's undead life.
The rain outside was pouring down in bucket fulls. There was no way he was heading out there with his favorite, be it his only, leather coat and without his Aussie Dog.
No, it's not a dog. It's a brand name for a spray that helps prevent leather and other various materials from being stained.
Add the rain ontop of being out of Jack and it made for one severely annoyed vampire.
Did I mention the television not working?
So, somewhere in the mess of things going wrong, Spike found himself all liquored up in drunkness and cussing high a storm at the box set that refused to do anything but piss him further off with no display of images. Well, none other than the mind boggling black and white snow.
"How the bloody hell can a tele do tha'? Makes no sense. If it can't show any images from stations, it sure as hell shouldn't be able to display snow! Soddin' box!" With the fury of an army, and the aim of a sailor, Spike threw the empty glass bottle at the television screen and well...you betcha; missed.
"Grr-argh." Came the not so threatening, since the television felt no fear, growl by the now stumbling from his recliner vampire. Up he rose and down he fell. Crashing to the floor. Luckily for him he made it to the broken appliance on hands and knees, such a terrifying sight, before anything else was broken in his destructive path. Once the blond was in touching distance of the bastard box, as he dubbed it, Spike lifted the miraculously intact bottle of what was once Jack, and slammed it to the screen. This time both pieces shattered upon contact with one another. "It's a tease is wha' it is. Drives you as mad as Dru is." Spike couldn't help but grin triumphantly. Had anyone else been there to see the lopsided grin, they'd turn and run the other way. The box was now slayed by his hands!
Falling back onto the ground, Spike stared in wonder at the ceiling of his not so furnished mausoleum. With the flicker of one dying candle, vanilla scented of course, the light of salvation and of the most perverse creativity struck the drunken vampire. "I GOT IT!" He declared to a silent room. It took the scantly clad in only a pair of boxers fool to lift himself up from the rotating, in his mind, floor and towards his bedroom which was off to the right and down a very tall hole, opening...whatever, drop. Needless to say, poor old Spikey missed the ladder which was meant to be used and came crashing down on the ground a good twelve feet below.
"Watch your step mate! It's a dozy." He called out in warning to no one.
// A good hour later //
Up on a velvet covered bed in crimson color was perched a now naked Spike. His erection at full attention between his legs. His hands off behind his back. "Now, mister happy, I want you to smile for me. I have a new friend tha' I'd like to introduce you to." All at once his stiff cock became much softer than he had anticipated. With a dramatic gasp, Spike reached one bare hand around to grasp the base of his cock and stroke upwards. "No, you do not! You can not go hiding away jus' 'cos you miss the Slayer." With long and slow strokes, Spike jerked his cock up and down, clocking his wrist to add in more sensation. Gradually he was rock solid again. The head of his cock glistening with precum at the silt.
"Mmm, tha's it, mate. You'll like this new friend, betcha a basket full o'kittens on it." He all but cooed. Using an open palm to continue keeping his organ stiff, Spike teasingly pulled out the other arm from behind his back.
In the dimming candle light was the very bland figure of a wool suck, decked out with strings of gold from the ends of the Persian throw rug upstairs, a red circle made from Harmony's leftover lipstick surrounding one opening under the dotted green eyes made from melted M and M's candies. Of course neither eye was leveled to one another, so the sock looked a lot less 'pretty' and more 'special'. The hem of the white sock was clasped around Spike's wrists, while the opening of the mouth was sealed around the thumb and index finger opening of his balled up fist.
"Mister happy, I'd like to introducve you to Sock Puppet Slayer, better known as Sock Puppet Buffy." Sucking in a sharp hiss, Spike kneaded the fingers of his free hand up along the throbbing vein of his cock. Which to him, was the approval of his erection to it's new found mate.
-To be continued. I have no idea where I will go with this, other than the perverse side of things, but if you want to see sexcapades of Spike and Sock Puppet Buffy, then read and review, pleaaaaaaaase. Thank you. :)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What happens when one night a very drunk Spike, gets bored and misses Buffy? WARNING! If you are easily offended by sock puppet rape, do NOT read.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here, save for the storyline. All characters and the like are trademark properties of Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy and it's affiliates. Lyrics are copyrighted their owners and etc. Please don't sue. I'm just a poor girl. Really, I am.
If you read and review I will love you forever and ever. Promise. :)
- - -
The television in the background flickered on and off. The black and white static displayed on the screen had the peroxide prince in a fine mess. His newest distraction from a bonkered television set was the Slayer. Who now happened to be on some stupid, no, I'm sorry, make that *REALLY* stupid retreat with her Watcher. It wasn't exactly one of the best night's of Spike's undead life.
The rain outside was pouring down in bucket fulls. There was no way he was heading out there with his favorite, be it his only, leather coat and without his Aussie Dog.
No, it's not a dog. It's a brand name for a spray that helps prevent leather and other various materials from being stained.
Add the rain ontop of being out of Jack and it made for one severely annoyed vampire.
Did I mention the television not working?
So, somewhere in the mess of things going wrong, Spike found himself all liquored up in drunkness and cussing high a storm at the box set that refused to do anything but piss him further off with no display of images. Well, none other than the mind boggling black and white snow.
"How the bloody hell can a tele do tha'? Makes no sense. If it can't show any images from stations, it sure as hell shouldn't be able to display snow! Soddin' box!" With the fury of an army, and the aim of a sailor, Spike threw the empty glass bottle at the television screen and well...you betcha; missed.
"Grr-argh." Came the not so threatening, since the television felt no fear, growl by the now stumbling from his recliner vampire. Up he rose and down he fell. Crashing to the floor. Luckily for him he made it to the broken appliance on hands and knees, such a terrifying sight, before anything else was broken in his destructive path. Once the blond was in touching distance of the bastard box, as he dubbed it, Spike lifted the miraculously intact bottle of what was once Jack, and slammed it to the screen. This time both pieces shattered upon contact with one another. "It's a tease is wha' it is. Drives you as mad as Dru is." Spike couldn't help but grin triumphantly. Had anyone else been there to see the lopsided grin, they'd turn and run the other way. The box was now slayed by his hands!
Falling back onto the ground, Spike stared in wonder at the ceiling of his not so furnished mausoleum. With the flicker of one dying candle, vanilla scented of course, the light of salvation and of the most perverse creativity struck the drunken vampire. "I GOT IT!" He declared to a silent room. It took the scantly clad in only a pair of boxers fool to lift himself up from the rotating, in his mind, floor and towards his bedroom which was off to the right and down a very tall hole, opening...whatever, drop. Needless to say, poor old Spikey missed the ladder which was meant to be used and came crashing down on the ground a good twelve feet below.
"Watch your step mate! It's a dozy." He called out in warning to no one.
// A good hour later //
Up on a velvet covered bed in crimson color was perched a now naked Spike. His erection at full attention between his legs. His hands off behind his back. "Now, mister happy, I want you to smile for me. I have a new friend tha' I'd like to introduce you to." All at once his stiff cock became much softer than he had anticipated. With a dramatic gasp, Spike reached one bare hand around to grasp the base of his cock and stroke upwards. "No, you do not! You can not go hiding away jus' 'cos you miss the Slayer." With long and slow strokes, Spike jerked his cock up and down, clocking his wrist to add in more sensation. Gradually he was rock solid again. The head of his cock glistening with precum at the silt.
"Mmm, tha's it, mate. You'll like this new friend, betcha a basket full o'kittens on it." He all but cooed. Using an open palm to continue keeping his organ stiff, Spike teasingly pulled out the other arm from behind his back.
In the dimming candle light was the very bland figure of a wool suck, decked out with strings of gold from the ends of the Persian throw rug upstairs, a red circle made from Harmony's leftover lipstick surrounding one opening under the dotted green eyes made from melted M and M's candies. Of course neither eye was leveled to one another, so the sock looked a lot less 'pretty' and more 'special'. The hem of the white sock was clasped around Spike's wrists, while the opening of the mouth was sealed around the thumb and index finger opening of his balled up fist.
"Mister happy, I'd like to introducve you to Sock Puppet Slayer, better known as Sock Puppet Buffy." Sucking in a sharp hiss, Spike kneaded the fingers of his free hand up along the throbbing vein of his cock. Which to him, was the approval of his erection to it's new found mate.
-To be continued. I have no idea where I will go with this, other than the perverse side of things, but if you want to see sexcapades of Spike and Sock Puppet Buffy, then read and review, pleaaaaaaaase. Thank you. :)