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Title: Warm Rain
Author: snogged
Fandom: Btvs/Ats
Pairing: Willow/Angelus
Rating: PG-13, dark, character death…kinda
Prompt: rain
Setting: Season 2, Angelus is around.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. I lay no claim to them whatsoever.
A/N: This piece is not beta’ed so any mistakes are mine.
There was something about a warm, California rain that made Willow smile. She loved standing in the middle of the lawn and letting the rain soak into her clothes and skin. It was cleansing and peaceful. It washed away the pain and the fear and the blood. It made her forget for just a moment that her nightmares were real.
At the first sound of raindrops pattering on her window, Willow ran down the stairs and out the door of her parents’. She held a cross in one hand, just in case. Angelus was on the loose but that didn’t stop her from going outside just for a moment.
The rain instantly soaked her clothes and her hair. It dripped down her cheeks and felt so good. She threw back her head and let the rain wash over her. It felt so good.
There was a soft chuckle behind her and Willow froze.
“Little Red Riding Hood playing in the rain. So far from the Slayer’s house. I wonder who will hear you scream.”
Willow slowly turned around and saw Angelus standing there with his arms outstretched and a smug smirk on his face. He was clearly enjoying the rain as well. She lifted her cross in front of her. Angelus growled and backhanded her wrist, sending the cross flying across the front lawn.
“We got interrupted last time and I figured you’ve been waiting for my return.” Angelus slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her tight to his body. Willow struggled against him.
Angelus grinned wolfishly. “Oh yeah, baby, I like it when they wriggle. I do like it better when they scream and beg and cry though.”
“Never,” Willow hissed, surprised by her admission.
Angelus looked hurt. “Spoil my fun.” He shifted into vamp face and Willow looked firmly into his yellow eyes. She felt strong as the rain soaked into her skin. Sure, she was facing the enemy and she was probably going to die but she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted.
He bent his head forward, his fangs brushing against her throbbing vein. “You’ve got fire, girl. Wonder how Buffy would feel if her best friend was a demon. You would make one fine pet.” Willow gasped as he sunk his fangs into her tender flesh. Her blood mixed with the rain and tasted sweet and salty. He released her and slit open his wrist, gently pulling her head towards him. Willow latched onto the wrist and sucked. The coppery taste flowed down her throat and then she fell backwards onto the soft, wet grass. Her eyes closed and Angelus lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the mansion.
Title: Shame
Author: snogged
Fandom: Btvs/Ats
Pairing: Willow/Angelus
Rating: NC-17, DARK!!! Non-con, character death, D/s, BDSM, torture. There is nothing ooey, gooey, or fluffy about this story.
Prompt: Shame
Setting: Season 2, Angelus is around. Follows my story “Warm Rain” but has correlations to “Passions”
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. I lay no claim to them whatsoever.
A/N: This piece is not beta’ed so any mistakes are mine.
She was treated differently from the rest and she knew it. She was forced to kneel at the base of his bed. She was to be naked at all times and only fed leftovers. A steel collar encircled her throat and a chain was attached to it and the bed post.
Drusilla didn’t seem to mind her and would often come into Angelus’s bedroom, swaying and singing about utter nonsense. Spike, whenever he rolled by, tended to regard her with annoyance. He wasn’t keen on the fact that the Slayer could barge in and stake them all anytime soon.
When Angelus was home, there were times when she would be ignored and other times when he would fuck her raw. He used every hole to his advantage. If she refused, he would whip her or pour holy water on her tits. It all depended on his mood. Because of her vampire strength, the bruises and marks healed quickly, but it always left her feeling ashamed of herself. He made her feel like nothing more than a dirty whore. It had been like this for several days but there’d been no sign of Buffy coming to save the day.
One evening, Angelus sauntered in and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You’ll never guess who I ran into this evening.” He smiled gleefully. “In fact, it was one of them two for one nights.”
Willow said nothing and he slapped her roughly across the cheek. “I told you to guess.”
“Who did you see, Master?” Willow said quietly.
“Well, first I saw that gypsy bitch. I took care of that though. You should’ve heard her bones snapping in two. It was music to the ears, really. And of course, I can only imagine the look on Rupert’s face when he finds her, lying in a bed of roses. It’ll be so romantic.”
Willow felt tears burning in her eyes. She had always liked Ms. Calander.
“And then I saw Buffy. And I gotta tell you, she still can’t bring herself to stake me even though I turned her best friend. Also told her that I fuck you and you beg for it and scream my name when I cum inside you. You should’ve seen her face, it was priceless. Makes me wonder if she really gives a damn what happens to you. ‘Cause I’m still here. Bit disappointing, isn’t it, pet? That no one cares.” Angelus shrugged and chuckled. He unhooked the chain from the bed post. “On the bed, now.”
Willow was awash with renewed feelings of shame as she slowly rose from her knees and moved onto the bed, spreading her thighs. It hurt that Buffy didn’t care. It hurt that Ms. Calendar was dead. It hurt that she was giving herself so willingly to a demon.
“Always knew you’d be a fast learner.” Angelus looked smug as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his erection. He slid in beside her and pinched her nipple, digging his nail into the sensitive nub. Willow moaned softly. Then he plunged inside of her with one harsh thrust. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks. She closed her eyes as he pounded her pussy with intensity. Life was a real bitch sometimes.
Title: Warm Rain
Author: snogged
Fandom: Btvs/Ats
Pairing: Willow/Angelus
Rating: PG-13, dark, character death…kinda
Prompt: rain
Setting: Season 2, Angelus is around.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. I lay no claim to them whatsoever.
A/N: This piece is not beta’ed so any mistakes are mine.
There was something about a warm, California rain that made Willow smile. She loved standing in the middle of the lawn and letting the rain soak into her clothes and skin. It was cleansing and peaceful. It washed away the pain and the fear and the blood. It made her forget for just a moment that her nightmares were real.
At the first sound of raindrops pattering on her window, Willow ran down the stairs and out the door of her parents’. She held a cross in one hand, just in case. Angelus was on the loose but that didn’t stop her from going outside just for a moment.
The rain instantly soaked her clothes and her hair. It dripped down her cheeks and felt so good. She threw back her head and let the rain wash over her. It felt so good.
There was a soft chuckle behind her and Willow froze.
“Little Red Riding Hood playing in the rain. So far from the Slayer’s house. I wonder who will hear you scream.”
Willow slowly turned around and saw Angelus standing there with his arms outstretched and a smug smirk on his face. He was clearly enjoying the rain as well. She lifted her cross in front of her. Angelus growled and backhanded her wrist, sending the cross flying across the front lawn.
“We got interrupted last time and I figured you’ve been waiting for my return.” Angelus slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her tight to his body. Willow struggled against him.
Angelus grinned wolfishly. “Oh yeah, baby, I like it when they wriggle. I do like it better when they scream and beg and cry though.”
“Never,” Willow hissed, surprised by her admission.
Angelus looked hurt. “Spoil my fun.” He shifted into vamp face and Willow looked firmly into his yellow eyes. She felt strong as the rain soaked into her skin. Sure, she was facing the enemy and she was probably going to die but she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted.
He bent his head forward, his fangs brushing against her throbbing vein. “You’ve got fire, girl. Wonder how Buffy would feel if her best friend was a demon. You would make one fine pet.” Willow gasped as he sunk his fangs into her tender flesh. Her blood mixed with the rain and tasted sweet and salty. He released her and slit open his wrist, gently pulling her head towards him. Willow latched onto the wrist and sucked. The coppery taste flowed down her throat and then she fell backwards onto the soft, wet grass. Her eyes closed and Angelus lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the mansion.
Title: Shame
Author: snogged
Fandom: Btvs/Ats
Pairing: Willow/Angelus
Rating: NC-17, DARK!!! Non-con, character death, D/s, BDSM, torture. There is nothing ooey, gooey, or fluffy about this story.
Prompt: Shame
Setting: Season 2, Angelus is around. Follows my story “Warm Rain” but has correlations to “Passions”
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. I lay no claim to them whatsoever.
A/N: This piece is not beta’ed so any mistakes are mine.
She was treated differently from the rest and she knew it. She was forced to kneel at the base of his bed. She was to be naked at all times and only fed leftovers. A steel collar encircled her throat and a chain was attached to it and the bed post.
Drusilla didn’t seem to mind her and would often come into Angelus’s bedroom, swaying and singing about utter nonsense. Spike, whenever he rolled by, tended to regard her with annoyance. He wasn’t keen on the fact that the Slayer could barge in and stake them all anytime soon.
When Angelus was home, there were times when she would be ignored and other times when he would fuck her raw. He used every hole to his advantage. If she refused, he would whip her or pour holy water on her tits. It all depended on his mood. Because of her vampire strength, the bruises and marks healed quickly, but it always left her feeling ashamed of herself. He made her feel like nothing more than a dirty whore. It had been like this for several days but there’d been no sign of Buffy coming to save the day.
One evening, Angelus sauntered in and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You’ll never guess who I ran into this evening.” He smiled gleefully. “In fact, it was one of them two for one nights.”
Willow said nothing and he slapped her roughly across the cheek. “I told you to guess.”
“Who did you see, Master?” Willow said quietly.
“Well, first I saw that gypsy bitch. I took care of that though. You should’ve heard her bones snapping in two. It was music to the ears, really. And of course, I can only imagine the look on Rupert’s face when he finds her, lying in a bed of roses. It’ll be so romantic.”
Willow felt tears burning in her eyes. She had always liked Ms. Calander.
“And then I saw Buffy. And I gotta tell you, she still can’t bring herself to stake me even though I turned her best friend. Also told her that I fuck you and you beg for it and scream my name when I cum inside you. You should’ve seen her face, it was priceless. Makes me wonder if she really gives a damn what happens to you. ‘Cause I’m still here. Bit disappointing, isn’t it, pet? That no one cares.” Angelus shrugged and chuckled. He unhooked the chain from the bed post. “On the bed, now.”
Willow was awash with renewed feelings of shame as she slowly rose from her knees and moved onto the bed, spreading her thighs. It hurt that Buffy didn’t care. It hurt that Ms. Calendar was dead. It hurt that she was giving herself so willingly to a demon.
“Always knew you’d be a fast learner.” Angelus looked smug as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his erection. He slid in beside her and pinched her nipple, digging his nail into the sensitive nub. Willow moaned softly. Then he plunged inside of her with one harsh thrust. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks. She closed her eyes as he pounded her pussy with intensity. Life was a real bitch sometimes.