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snoggedTitle: Storm Warning
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Angelus/Willow
Prompt: 31 ‘Thunder’ - (35 Hot Prompt Table)
Word Count: 2000
Rating: FRAO/NC-17; dark, explicit sex, dub-con/non-con, underage (Willow’s 17), adult language (including sexual slurs), emotional manipulation But seriously, if Dirty!Bad!Wrong isn't your cup of tea, then please don't read this.
Setting: BtVS Season 2; after “Innocence” and before “Phases” as Angelus currently still has permission to enter Willow’s home
Summary: There’s a storm brewing in Sunnydale…
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bad_swa challenge and therefore dedicated to okdeanna and spikesredqueen for all the work they’ve done with the community. Thanks ladies!
There’s a window seat in her parent’s living room: a burgundy velour cushion at the base of a moderately sized picture window. Outside of her bedroom, it was the only thing she ever felt like she could claim as her own. As a child, she would waste the hours curled up in the corner reading Nancy Drew and Gray’s Anatomy, peeking at the weather and landscape over the edge of her book.
And tonight, as the thunder rumbled and the rain spattered the window pane, she found herself drawn to that spot. Drawn to the dark and mysterious beauty of the spring storm.
Willow curled her leg underneath her, resting her head against the point of her knee, and let the other leg dangle off the edge of the seat. She stared out the glass and sighed. There was a part of her that wished she had brought home that book on demon lore but she hadn’t felt like persuading a cranky Giles even if meant being able to help out with the research somehow. She knew Buffy was out there tonight, knew the Slayer’s thin top was getting drenched by the second as she hunted minions that would lead her to Angelus. It was unlikely that any of them would squawk before they met the sharp end of Mr. Stake, though.
Another crack of thunder and a white hot bolt of lightning arcing down in front of her window yanked her from her thoughts. Nature was reminding her that there was no time like the present. It was reminding her not to get lost in her head babble. Nature wanted her to focus on the rawness of its power, the intensity of it.
Or so she thought.
What nature really wanted to do was distract her from the shadowed figure creeping down the stairs. A shadowed figure who was clearly taking advantage of an invitation that hadn’t been revoked yet.
Angelus crept closer to the red head, pleased to see that she was so lost in her own world, she didn’t even notice the intrusion. Even better was the smell of lust in the air. Little Willow was getting turned on by the big bad storm and it was intoxicating. He couldn’t wait to taste it, to rip it away from her right before he drained her of life.
“God, baby, it reeks in here,” Angelus said, dramatically sniffing the air.
Willow flinched and inhaled sharply. Crap. Being alone in a room with a psychopath was not high on her list of life aspirations. In fact, it didn’t even make the list. Her eyes remained plastered on the window as her brain worked to lock out her fear. She knew that what’s he had to be smelling and she could only imagine how much he wanted to play on it.
“Aw, sweetie, don’t be shy. Aren’t you happy to see me?” Angelus asked, feigning a hurt expression. “At least turn around and give your good friend Angel a hug. You’re so quick to do that with everyone else. Little, desperate-for-attention Willow who can’t get a boyfriend. Shame, isn’t it?”
She knew he was just playing her, manipulating the truth to make her ache and hurt but the sting in her heart felt more real than anything. Xander doesn’t want her. Oz won’t kiss her. It’s certainly enough to make a girl doubt herself. “Please leave. You’re not welcome here.”
Angelus chuckled, plopping down on the window seat beside her with the air of a friend wanting to hang out and watch the storm instead of the vicious killer he is. “That all you got, Red? Please leave? You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that.”
Willow gritted her teeth, continuing to focus on the raging storm. She couldn’t help but feel a little proud that she was handling this better than expected. She wasn’t screaming or crying or begging. She was just Willow, Scoobie extraordinaire and demon hunter-in-training. “What do you want, Angel?”
His hand slammed down on her thigh, sharp nails pressing through the fabric of her skirt as he pulled her legs apart. Willow’s eyes widened and she gasped, finally turning her head to see the feral burn in his dark eyes.
“Wha-What are you doing?” She stammered, nerves starting to claw at her throat.
Angelus smirked. “You really think I came here to chat, baby? All this time, I’ve been watching you. Seeing what the rest don’t. I bet you could make a man bark. And I bet even more that I can make you scream, make you beg. And judging by how wet you are, it’s not gonna be much of a challenge.”
Willow squeezed her eyes shut, taking a moment to pay attention to her body. Her nipples had hardened. Her thighs were moist. Her heart rate had quickened. All signs pointed to sexual arousal. And yet she didn’t want him. Not for her first time. Not… Not ever.
“No,” Willow whispered. “I don’t want that…not with you.” I want it with someone who loves me...
His hand moved, sliding up her thigh to cover her pubic mound. The pressure made her very away of what little protection her skirt and cotton panties offered and an imperceptible whimper passed through her lips.
“You think I just can’t take what I want, Willow,” Angelus asked softly, a twinge of menace in his tone. He extended a finger, pushing it against her pussy lips, feeling her clothes shift and twist. He would need to remove them shortly but it was so much fun just watching her squirm a bit.
“I--“ Willow squeaked. “Please, Angel. Don’t do this. Please, please don’t do this.”
Angelus snarled, gripping her skirt, sharply yanking it from her skin. It gave easily, tearing under his fingers and leaving her exposed. “I’m not Angel!” He jabbed a finger against her cotton panties, finding her clit, that hot, quivering button guaranteed to make her body shake and tremble from a few expert flicks.
Tears burned in Willow’s eyes as she pressed herself tighter against the wall. Now would be a great time to have a cross or some holy water handy but she was in a Jewish home and that stuff was hard to come by unless she was up in her room. If only she knew the Jedi mind trick…if only she had paid more attention to Xander and Jesse when they had spent weeks trying to master it.
A sneer curled the corners of Angelus’s lips and his fingers strummed against her clit, rolling it to hardness, making it swell. Despite her reluctance, she still hadn’t dried up yet. In fact, she was growing wetter by the second. God, he loved an innocent woman with a dark side. They always tasted so much sweet and they always begged for what he offered them. Nothing in the world could beat a dirty bitch like that.
“Come on, baby. Don’t cry. I wanna make you like this. I want you to enjoy it. Ah, who I am kidding? You’re loving this. Your body is craving it. You gotta surrender to that, darling.”
Willow bit down on her bottom lip. She was only seventeen! And she was still a virgin. How was he so sure that he knew what she wanted when she wasn’t even so sure? She had always been positive that she just wanted what was normal, what was expected. To have a boyfriend who would kiss her and hold her and whisper sweet nothings. She didn’t want a killer who played her like a puppet on a string and yet, he wasn’t wrong in his observations. Her body certainly didn’t mind the new treatment. It was excited by it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw lightning dart passed her window, splitting the sky wide open as it snaked from cloud to cloud and she trembled.
“I don’t want this…” Willow murmured, trying to reiterate her stance and nearly wishing that he would just get it over with and kill her like he was probably going to do anyways.
Angelus moved his finger, sliding it under the elastic of her panties and guiding it into her molten core. He grinned as her hips bucked in response, letting another finger slip in. For a girl so desperate to cling to her innocence and pride, Willow was doing a bang up job of naturally humping his hand after getting finger-fucked for a few seconds.
With his free hand, he reached for the zipper on his pants, beaming at the merry sound of metal clicking its way open. It didn’t take much maneuvering for his cock to spill into his hands. Pre-cum was already glistening at the tip of his bulbous, engorged cock. And God help him if it wasn’t the most gorgeous thing he had ever laid eyes on.
He loved thinking about the different places it had been, all the places it would go- the greedy cunts, the eager mouths, the tight assholes. He couldn’t wait to share that with Willow. Couldn’t wait to feel how she would hunger for him. The very thought of thrusting into her tight, little hole before sending her flying off the edge of death made him heady, feeling drugged with lust.
Fingers are quickly pulled from her drenching pussy and panties are roughly pushed to the side. She barely had time to gasp and shudder from their removal before she’s pulled onto his lap, straddling him on the window seat, with a full view of the storm.
When he pushed himself inside, breaking through the barrier of her innocence, her screams are muffled by the roar of thunder and the walls vibrate from the force of nature’s dominance.
“ANGEL!”
He’s pleased to hear her screaming so soon, that she’s finally coming to terms with being ravaged. His fingers dug into her hips, lifting her up and down on his dick, brushing against her sweet spot on each up stroke.
“That’s it, girlie. Show daddy what you want,” Angelus muttered, the scent of blood pumping through her veins tickling his nostrils. His thrusts are sharp and precise, stabbing her insides in a way that makes her moan and whimper. “Show daddy that you’ve been wanting this all along.”
“Uhhh….” Willow grunted, hating the way he’s controlling her hips, the way he’s making her feel bursts of pleasure in every inch of her body. “This. Is. Not. What. I. Want. At. All.”
“Bull shit,” Angelus hissed, taking one final thrust and hitting her cervix. It’s enough to make him burst, enough to make him change. The human visage disappeared, leaving pearly white fangs and ridged skin. The face of a monster. Of a killer.
He was quick to bury his face in her neck, latching onto the tender flesh, feeling the vein open for him, and the sweet taste of copper run over his tongue. The penetration in both places made Willow spasm, her pussy clenching erratically around the vampire’s erection as she comes and being drained dry.
Her breathing slowed, mind blanking as death gradually sank in. The thunder doesn’t sound so loud anymore. The rain isn’t hitting the windows in the same pattern. Everything is different…whiter…brighter…
“Angel.” It was a whisper on her lips when her body falls to the cushion, heart still beating faintly in her chest.
“Night, babe. It’s been fun.”
As her vision darkened, Angelus disappeared, vanishing into the shadows, feeling the rain pound against his skin. What Willow doesn’t know- what he knows- is that the Slayer’s on her way. That she’ll save the day; provided she can get Willow into a hospital before everything stopped.
Besides, he may be a psychopath but the destruction on the path to hell is more exciting when there’s at least one survivor he can make scream again and again as the rest of her friends meet a less than happy fate.
It was a coming storm she wouldn’t want to miss.
FIN
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Angelus/Willow
Prompt: 31 ‘Thunder’ - (35 Hot Prompt Table)
Word Count: 2000
Rating: FRAO/NC-17; dark, explicit sex, dub-con/non-con, underage (Willow’s 17), adult language (including sexual slurs), emotional manipulation But seriously, if Dirty!Bad!Wrong isn't your cup of tea, then please don't read this.
Setting: BtVS Season 2; after “Innocence” and before “Phases” as Angelus currently still has permission to enter Willow’s home
Summary: There’s a storm brewing in Sunnydale…
Beta: the adorable
spikesredqueenA/N: Written for the
bad_swa challenge and therefore dedicated to okdeanna and spikesredqueen for all the work they’ve done with the community. Thanks ladies!There’s a window seat in her parent’s living room: a burgundy velour cushion at the base of a moderately sized picture window. Outside of her bedroom, it was the only thing she ever felt like she could claim as her own. As a child, she would waste the hours curled up in the corner reading Nancy Drew and Gray’s Anatomy, peeking at the weather and landscape over the edge of her book.
And tonight, as the thunder rumbled and the rain spattered the window pane, she found herself drawn to that spot. Drawn to the dark and mysterious beauty of the spring storm.
Willow curled her leg underneath her, resting her head against the point of her knee, and let the other leg dangle off the edge of the seat. She stared out the glass and sighed. There was a part of her that wished she had brought home that book on demon lore but she hadn’t felt like persuading a cranky Giles even if meant being able to help out with the research somehow. She knew Buffy was out there tonight, knew the Slayer’s thin top was getting drenched by the second as she hunted minions that would lead her to Angelus. It was unlikely that any of them would squawk before they met the sharp end of Mr. Stake, though.
Another crack of thunder and a white hot bolt of lightning arcing down in front of her window yanked her from her thoughts. Nature was reminding her that there was no time like the present. It was reminding her not to get lost in her head babble. Nature wanted her to focus on the rawness of its power, the intensity of it.
Or so she thought.
What nature really wanted to do was distract her from the shadowed figure creeping down the stairs. A shadowed figure who was clearly taking advantage of an invitation that hadn’t been revoked yet.
Angelus crept closer to the red head, pleased to see that she was so lost in her own world, she didn’t even notice the intrusion. Even better was the smell of lust in the air. Little Willow was getting turned on by the big bad storm and it was intoxicating. He couldn’t wait to taste it, to rip it away from her right before he drained her of life.
“God, baby, it reeks in here,” Angelus said, dramatically sniffing the air.
Willow flinched and inhaled sharply. Crap. Being alone in a room with a psychopath was not high on her list of life aspirations. In fact, it didn’t even make the list. Her eyes remained plastered on the window as her brain worked to lock out her fear. She knew that what’s he had to be smelling and she could only imagine how much he wanted to play on it.
“Aw, sweetie, don’t be shy. Aren’t you happy to see me?” Angelus asked, feigning a hurt expression. “At least turn around and give your good friend Angel a hug. You’re so quick to do that with everyone else. Little, desperate-for-attention Willow who can’t get a boyfriend. Shame, isn’t it?”
She knew he was just playing her, manipulating the truth to make her ache and hurt but the sting in her heart felt more real than anything. Xander doesn’t want her. Oz won’t kiss her. It’s certainly enough to make a girl doubt herself. “Please leave. You’re not welcome here.”
Angelus chuckled, plopping down on the window seat beside her with the air of a friend wanting to hang out and watch the storm instead of the vicious killer he is. “That all you got, Red? Please leave? You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that.”
Willow gritted her teeth, continuing to focus on the raging storm. She couldn’t help but feel a little proud that she was handling this better than expected. She wasn’t screaming or crying or begging. She was just Willow, Scoobie extraordinaire and demon hunter-in-training. “What do you want, Angel?”
His hand slammed down on her thigh, sharp nails pressing through the fabric of her skirt as he pulled her legs apart. Willow’s eyes widened and she gasped, finally turning her head to see the feral burn in his dark eyes.
“Wha-What are you doing?” She stammered, nerves starting to claw at her throat.
Angelus smirked. “You really think I came here to chat, baby? All this time, I’ve been watching you. Seeing what the rest don’t. I bet you could make a man bark. And I bet even more that I can make you scream, make you beg. And judging by how wet you are, it’s not gonna be much of a challenge.”
Willow squeezed her eyes shut, taking a moment to pay attention to her body. Her nipples had hardened. Her thighs were moist. Her heart rate had quickened. All signs pointed to sexual arousal. And yet she didn’t want him. Not for her first time. Not… Not ever.
“No,” Willow whispered. “I don’t want that…not with you.” I want it with someone who loves me...
His hand moved, sliding up her thigh to cover her pubic mound. The pressure made her very away of what little protection her skirt and cotton panties offered and an imperceptible whimper passed through her lips.
“You think I just can’t take what I want, Willow,” Angelus asked softly, a twinge of menace in his tone. He extended a finger, pushing it against her pussy lips, feeling her clothes shift and twist. He would need to remove them shortly but it was so much fun just watching her squirm a bit.
“I--“ Willow squeaked. “Please, Angel. Don’t do this. Please, please don’t do this.”
Angelus snarled, gripping her skirt, sharply yanking it from her skin. It gave easily, tearing under his fingers and leaving her exposed. “I’m not Angel!” He jabbed a finger against her cotton panties, finding her clit, that hot, quivering button guaranteed to make her body shake and tremble from a few expert flicks.
Tears burned in Willow’s eyes as she pressed herself tighter against the wall. Now would be a great time to have a cross or some holy water handy but she was in a Jewish home and that stuff was hard to come by unless she was up in her room. If only she knew the Jedi mind trick…if only she had paid more attention to Xander and Jesse when they had spent weeks trying to master it.
A sneer curled the corners of Angelus’s lips and his fingers strummed against her clit, rolling it to hardness, making it swell. Despite her reluctance, she still hadn’t dried up yet. In fact, she was growing wetter by the second. God, he loved an innocent woman with a dark side. They always tasted so much sweet and they always begged for what he offered them. Nothing in the world could beat a dirty bitch like that.
“Come on, baby. Don’t cry. I wanna make you like this. I want you to enjoy it. Ah, who I am kidding? You’re loving this. Your body is craving it. You gotta surrender to that, darling.”
Willow bit down on her bottom lip. She was only seventeen! And she was still a virgin. How was he so sure that he knew what she wanted when she wasn’t even so sure? She had always been positive that she just wanted what was normal, what was expected. To have a boyfriend who would kiss her and hold her and whisper sweet nothings. She didn’t want a killer who played her like a puppet on a string and yet, he wasn’t wrong in his observations. Her body certainly didn’t mind the new treatment. It was excited by it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw lightning dart passed her window, splitting the sky wide open as it snaked from cloud to cloud and she trembled.
“I don’t want this…” Willow murmured, trying to reiterate her stance and nearly wishing that he would just get it over with and kill her like he was probably going to do anyways.
Angelus moved his finger, sliding it under the elastic of her panties and guiding it into her molten core. He grinned as her hips bucked in response, letting another finger slip in. For a girl so desperate to cling to her innocence and pride, Willow was doing a bang up job of naturally humping his hand after getting finger-fucked for a few seconds.
With his free hand, he reached for the zipper on his pants, beaming at the merry sound of metal clicking its way open. It didn’t take much maneuvering for his cock to spill into his hands. Pre-cum was already glistening at the tip of his bulbous, engorged cock. And God help him if it wasn’t the most gorgeous thing he had ever laid eyes on.
He loved thinking about the different places it had been, all the places it would go- the greedy cunts, the eager mouths, the tight assholes. He couldn’t wait to share that with Willow. Couldn’t wait to feel how she would hunger for him. The very thought of thrusting into her tight, little hole before sending her flying off the edge of death made him heady, feeling drugged with lust.
Fingers are quickly pulled from her drenching pussy and panties are roughly pushed to the side. She barely had time to gasp and shudder from their removal before she’s pulled onto his lap, straddling him on the window seat, with a full view of the storm.
When he pushed himself inside, breaking through the barrier of her innocence, her screams are muffled by the roar of thunder and the walls vibrate from the force of nature’s dominance.
“ANGEL!”
He’s pleased to hear her screaming so soon, that she’s finally coming to terms with being ravaged. His fingers dug into her hips, lifting her up and down on his dick, brushing against her sweet spot on each up stroke.
“That’s it, girlie. Show daddy what you want,” Angelus muttered, the scent of blood pumping through her veins tickling his nostrils. His thrusts are sharp and precise, stabbing her insides in a way that makes her moan and whimper. “Show daddy that you’ve been wanting this all along.”
“Uhhh….” Willow grunted, hating the way he’s controlling her hips, the way he’s making her feel bursts of pleasure in every inch of her body. “This. Is. Not. What. I. Want. At. All.”
“Bull shit,” Angelus hissed, taking one final thrust and hitting her cervix. It’s enough to make him burst, enough to make him change. The human visage disappeared, leaving pearly white fangs and ridged skin. The face of a monster. Of a killer.
He was quick to bury his face in her neck, latching onto the tender flesh, feeling the vein open for him, and the sweet taste of copper run over his tongue. The penetration in both places made Willow spasm, her pussy clenching erratically around the vampire’s erection as she comes and being drained dry.
Her breathing slowed, mind blanking as death gradually sank in. The thunder doesn’t sound so loud anymore. The rain isn’t hitting the windows in the same pattern. Everything is different…whiter…brighter…
“Angel.” It was a whisper on her lips when her body falls to the cushion, heart still beating faintly in her chest.
“Night, babe. It’s been fun.”
As her vision darkened, Angelus disappeared, vanishing into the shadows, feeling the rain pound against his skin. What Willow doesn’t know- what he knows- is that the Slayer’s on her way. That she’ll save the day; provided she can get Willow into a hospital before everything stopped.
Besides, he may be a psychopath but the destruction on the path to hell is more exciting when there’s at least one survivor he can make scream again and again as the rest of her friends meet a less than happy fate.
It was a coming storm she wouldn’t want to miss.
FIN
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on 2009-05-28 12:30 am (UTC)Thank you, darling! There's something so incredible and dark about a raging storm and there's something so damn dirty-bad-wrong-hot about Angelus ;)