You
If anyone has a problem with this, blame tamakin. She made me write it. Nagged me until I did, really. It's all her fault.
Title: You
Pairings: Willow/Oz, Oz/Veruca
Appropriate Ratings: NC17
Warnings: non-con, rape, cages
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: What would have hapenned in Wild At Heart if I'd had my way.
Word Count: 755 (As per MS Word Count)
Beta: Tamakin84, any errors are mine and mine alone.
X-posted to: perverted_pages, indigo_crypt, darker_willow, btvsatsdotcom, darker_vault
Archives Outside LJ At: adultfanfiction.net and My IJ
Comments make me smile, and keep the muse going!
WILLOW
I knew, you jerk. And you sat there and you told me everything was fine? And that's as bad as... as...
OZ
I know how it feels. I remember.
WILLOW
Oh, so what? This is payback? I had this coming?
OZ
No. It's not--
WILLOW
(furious)
Because I thought that was behind us. And you know, what happened with Xander, it doesn't compare. Not with what you and I had. Not with whatever you've been doing with her.
OZ
I don't know what Veruca and I have done. When I change, it's like I'm gone and the wolf takes over.
WILLOW
But before this, when you were regular Oz, you had feelings for her, didn't you?
OZ
No. I could sense something, but...
WILLOW
But you wanted her, like in an animal way? Like... (pained) more than you wanted me?
Willow has had enough, more than she can take. She runs off, wracked with sobs.
OZ
Willow!
He felt his blood sizzling in his veins, the close confines of the crypt with its open cage closed in on him, making it hard to think, to concentrate. It wasn’t right, it was never right. It wasn’t his fault his beast demanded he find an equal, someone both halves of himself could appreciate. Veruca liked music, she played, she had the same tastes, she was gorgeous and she was a werewolf! Of course his beast demanded he give her attention. It wasn’t his fault!
What made him move, made him sprint madly after Willow was the thought, the one simple thought: that it wasn’t Willow’s fault either.
He found her scent trail easily enough and caught up to her quickly thereafter. She stank of tears and misery, weakness and failure. Truth was a bitter draught to swallow, especially when deep inside you were right the whole time but instead had believed someone you trusted instead of your instincts. He knew she was hurt, knew this wasn’t even close to the single kiss she’d betrayed him with… but he’d make it up to her. He grabbed her by the arm and swung her around sharply to face him. Her eyes were large, pleading and full of tears that spilled carelessly down her cheeks, collected at her chin and dribbled off.
“WHAT? What do you want? You don’t want me, I get that, go do your wolfie thing, go howl at the moon together, just… go away, and LEAVE ME ALONE!” She wrenched her arm free from his tight punishing grasp, and ran three steps before she was pinned with a surprised shriek to the ground, Oz’s breath heavy and warm in her ear.
“I don’t think you listen very well, I DIDN’T WANT HER! I want YOU! It’s the wolf that wanted an equal, not ME!” He pulled her arms free and carelessly spun her onto her back, facing him. He gripped her wrists above her head with more than human strength, and leaned down, breathing deep of her scent. He made soft whining noises in his throat as he nuzzled her neck, licking it, sliding his lips down her front before it was interrupted by her shirt which he tore casually apart to her startled screams.
The paralysis broke when he tore off her shirt, suddenly she was afraid, terrified even. Oz had never treated her harshly, never raised his hand in anger, never even helped her with her more tantalizing sexual fantasies. She’d wanted him to show her his strength, to pin her down and force his way into her… but he never did because he was always so terrified of his beast coming out. As it was, his hands were starting to look rather hairy and grey. She screamed at the top of her lungs and bucked, trying to throw him off when he casually ripped off her bra and lifted her skirt above her hips, ripping her panties to shreds.
“I want you Willow, you. I don’t want her, just you,” he murmured into her ear, teeth painfully biting down on her earlobe making her cry out sharply in pain. He lapped lazily at the blood, “and now my werewolf wants you too, Willow… you’re mine, mine now and forever, mine.”
He thrust into her rudely, without preamble or foreplay, just forcing himself into her clamped and dry entrance, ripping her, using her blood as lubricant as he raped her under the canopy of leaves, one hand smothering her screams while the other pinned her wrists. He climax with a grunting howl, knowing this was the first time they’d done anything without a condom and felt his seed shoot effortlessly inside her.
She’d passed out sometime in the middle of the attack and he took his time breathing in her changing scent. The scent of his semen inside her comforted his beast like spilling his spunk into a condom never could. She was safely his, no one else could claim her, no one else would dare mark her as theirs… she was safe.
He carried her back to the crypt and locked her in the cage, leaving her unconscious body in the safety of his cell. She’d passed out from the violence of it all but that was alright. When she woke up she’d be alright, and after her first night in the cage with him, she’d never leave him, never run away… and for the first time since he’d been cursed, his beast would be satisfied.
Mine
Title: You
Pairings: Willow/Oz, Oz/Veruca
Appropriate Ratings: NC17
Warnings: non-con, rape, cages
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: What would have hapenned in Wild At Heart if I'd had my way.
Word Count: 755 (As per MS Word Count)
Beta: Tamakin84, any errors are mine and mine alone.
X-posted to: perverted_pages, indigo_crypt, darker_willow, btvsatsdotcom, darker_vault
Archives Outside LJ At: adultfanfiction.net and My IJ
Comments make me smile, and keep the muse going!
WILLOW
I knew, you jerk. And you sat there and you told me everything was fine? And that's as bad as... as...
OZ
I know how it feels. I remember.
WILLOW
Oh, so what? This is payback? I had this coming?
OZ
No. It's not--
WILLOW
(furious)
Because I thought that was behind us. And you know, what happened with Xander, it doesn't compare. Not with what you and I had. Not with whatever you've been doing with her.
OZ
I don't know what Veruca and I have done. When I change, it's like I'm gone and the wolf takes over.
WILLOW
But before this, when you were regular Oz, you had feelings for her, didn't you?
OZ
No. I could sense something, but...
WILLOW
But you wanted her, like in an animal way? Like... (pained) more than you wanted me?
Willow has had enough, more than she can take. She runs off, wracked with sobs.
OZ
Willow!
He felt his blood sizzling in his veins, the close confines of the crypt with its open cage closed in on him, making it hard to think, to concentrate. It wasn’t right, it was never right. It wasn’t his fault his beast demanded he find an equal, someone both halves of himself could appreciate. Veruca liked music, she played, she had the same tastes, she was gorgeous and she was a werewolf! Of course his beast demanded he give her attention. It wasn’t his fault!
What made him move, made him sprint madly after Willow was the thought, the one simple thought: that it wasn’t Willow’s fault either.
He found her scent trail easily enough and caught up to her quickly thereafter. She stank of tears and misery, weakness and failure. Truth was a bitter draught to swallow, especially when deep inside you were right the whole time but instead had believed someone you trusted instead of your instincts. He knew she was hurt, knew this wasn’t even close to the single kiss she’d betrayed him with… but he’d make it up to her. He grabbed her by the arm and swung her around sharply to face him. Her eyes were large, pleading and full of tears that spilled carelessly down her cheeks, collected at her chin and dribbled off.
“WHAT? What do you want? You don’t want me, I get that, go do your wolfie thing, go howl at the moon together, just… go away, and LEAVE ME ALONE!” She wrenched her arm free from his tight punishing grasp, and ran three steps before she was pinned with a surprised shriek to the ground, Oz’s breath heavy and warm in her ear.
“I don’t think you listen very well, I DIDN’T WANT HER! I want YOU! It’s the wolf that wanted an equal, not ME!” He pulled her arms free and carelessly spun her onto her back, facing him. He gripped her wrists above her head with more than human strength, and leaned down, breathing deep of her scent. He made soft whining noises in his throat as he nuzzled her neck, licking it, sliding his lips down her front before it was interrupted by her shirt which he tore casually apart to her startled screams.
The paralysis broke when he tore off her shirt, suddenly she was afraid, terrified even. Oz had never treated her harshly, never raised his hand in anger, never even helped her with her more tantalizing sexual fantasies. She’d wanted him to show her his strength, to pin her down and force his way into her… but he never did because he was always so terrified of his beast coming out. As it was, his hands were starting to look rather hairy and grey. She screamed at the top of her lungs and bucked, trying to throw him off when he casually ripped off her bra and lifted her skirt above her hips, ripping her panties to shreds.
“I want you Willow, you. I don’t want her, just you,” he murmured into her ear, teeth painfully biting down on her earlobe making her cry out sharply in pain. He lapped lazily at the blood, “and now my werewolf wants you too, Willow… you’re mine, mine now and forever, mine.”
He thrust into her rudely, without preamble or foreplay, just forcing himself into her clamped and dry entrance, ripping her, using her blood as lubricant as he raped her under the canopy of leaves, one hand smothering her screams while the other pinned her wrists. He climax with a grunting howl, knowing this was the first time they’d done anything without a condom and felt his seed shoot effortlessly inside her.
She’d passed out sometime in the middle of the attack and he took his time breathing in her changing scent. The scent of his semen inside her comforted his beast like spilling his spunk into a condom never could. She was safely his, no one else could claim her, no one else would dare mark her as theirs… she was safe.
He carried her back to the crypt and locked her in the cage, leaving her unconscious body in the safety of his cell. She’d passed out from the violence of it all but that was alright. When she woke up she’d be alright, and after her first night in the cage with him, she’d never leave him, never run away… and for the first time since he’d been cursed, his beast would be satisfied.
Mine