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Chokehold - Ch. 6

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Pairing: Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6,784

Warning: Swearing, mild violence and injury, nightmares, typical side effects of hangover, choking, biting, and our favorite - Butcher.

A/N: Once again, it’s too damn long. Thank you all so much for being patient. I have mixed feelings about this one, and I can only hope you find it worth the wait. Hopefully, I can get out of this PTSD funk and churn out the next ones much faster. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy.

It's all a black void except the sidewalk pounding under your bare feet. It looks nothing like the neighborhood from months ago but you know you're running from the warehouse. You escaped this time. Or are you running to something? It's all too vague…

You're tripping up to your door, fumbling the lock. Your jiu jitsu belt is in your hand. There's a faint mist of red on one of its tails. Is it your blood? One of the crew? Your attacker? You don't know, you don't know, the door finally opens…

But it's not your place. It's granny's house, has to be, all rustic and moonlight carving through the dark like knives. It's the bedroom, yours but not yours, and you know this bed…

There's a loud boom, it makes the house shiver, and you shiver with it. You know that sound, and that voice calling out "come out, come out wherever you are!", like smiling snakes pressed against glass. Now your nose brushes against a windowpane, and he's there, eyes glowing amongst the trees, Prince Homelander…

A hand wraps round your wrist, tugs and you swim among sheets before the hand becomes an arm around your waist. "He won't find you, Red. Not with me." You shiver again but it's from the relief of warmth radiating behind you…

Then it's above you, Butcher's beard tickling your face as he kisses you, but there's something off with his lips. He travels down, down, hot wet kisses and scraping teeth - something off there - and when you go to reach for him you find he's tied your belt around your wrists, held fast above your head. They cannot move, you can feel your pulse bounding between your thighs when he reaches your hip, you're so eager but there's something off. "Butcher"...

He stops. And he's still. Too still. Something is wrong. "Oi…," a growl against your hip bone. And finally he lifts his eyes, gold and glaring in the dark, and you feel more than hear a growl not human at all. Then teeth, too many teeth, razors as he smiles, snarls, points glistening, too sharp. "Wait-!" He snaps them, hard into tender flesh-!

"Oi! Wake up!"

Your gasp is shrill as your eyes snap open, your brain scrambling to reorient. Butcher is there but there's no golden eyes. And it's not teeth bloodying your hip, but his grip is there. There is no red-eyed supe here. It's the motel. And it's day, sunlight instead of moonlight cutting through the curtains, over your eyes…

And then the pounding in your head begins.

Butcher smirks as you groan long into the pillow. "Morning, sunshine! 'Fraid you can't run from that hangover any longer."

"You woke me to torment me?"

"As amusing as it is, no. You were about to go ass over tits out of the sheets. Not dealing with you having a hangover and a concussion, thanks." He gives a little nod with a wink. "Must have been a helluva wet dream."

The images, still fresh and too raw for your pounding head, flash across your eyes and your bitten/not-bitten hip twitches under his fingers. "More like drunken nightmare," you mumble into the sheets, slowly rising on one arm.

You instantly regret the movement. You place a hand over your mouth, and thank god Butcher sees it in your face, because your hand will have to move. He kicks a trashcan in place under your head just in the nick of time. You're grateful when you feel fingers just brushing your hair back. Then it turns to ire at his expression. "Stop smiling, you jerk," you pant between waves.

He smirks more instead. "Oh c'mon now," he jeers. "You survived the night, didn't ya? You should celebrate. Drink up the spoils of your little plan -"

"I'll puke on your fucking boots," you spit into the trash.

Butcher only laughs, giving you a couple firm pats on the back that make you groan again. He sits down on his bed, arms resting on his knees as you wait for the last wave to pass. Thankfully, there wasn't much in your stomach to begin with and you slowly rise up from the trashcan, fumbling a tissue off the nightstand. You're surprised when he holds out a bottle of Gatorade with a shake to you. "Don't bitch about the flavor. The less dye and more bland, the better."

You give a slight grimace as you let him slip the bottle into your hand. But you sigh a thank you before cracking the top and take a tentative, minuscule sip. As you wait for your stomach's judgment, your eyes roam over him. He's in a fresh shirt, one nearly black with a far more subdued print, same dark jeans. But then you notice his old clothes in a heap behind him along with his coat, and there's red. His hair is slightly damp, and his hands -

"What happened?" Part of you chides yourself for the concern coloring your tone. Butcher has paraded bruised knuckles and bloody clothes like a peacock fans his feathers. But you can't help it.

"Well…" His gaze settles on your face as you take another cautious sip. Even though he appears unfazed, you know he's gauging you, reading you for any micro tells. He shrugs. "What's the last you remember?"

"I remember-" You stop. It's hazy around the edges. But you remember pretty much everything. You sacked out but didn't blackout. And you definitely remember Butcher putting you, flustered and slurring, to bed. You're not sure but by the way he's waiting too nonchalantly for your answer, he's not just thinking about the stake out.

The memory of your dream and the image of him looking up at you, fingers sliding up the back of your leg, collide in your mind's eye. You swallow hard as your stomach twitches at that and you fight the small wave of nausea that follows. It hits you that, whatever the hell happened last night, it should stay right where it was, dead at sunrise on the motel floor. You still had the day before you, and the drive back to the city, back to the others. And of course there was still the matter of Walsh, Vought in general, and your ongoing arrangement with Butcher. You didn't know how you could admit your full memory and just act normal after, especially during lessons. Not to mention, what if it had only been a weird moment for him, a split second of randy fueled by loneliness and grief? And if not, what if there was any of that heavy, heated look left in him? Something more?

You could find out, a little voice whispers.

No. Absolutely not. That's way more messy than you're willing to deal with right now, hungover or otherwise.

"I remember going to the bar," you say slowly. "And talking to Frank. You were hustling pool. I planted a bug, he ran off. And then there was some asshole, um…And then you were there and…" You dare a sheepish look at him. "...I think you walked me back to the motel. It's really fuzzy after the bar. At least, I hope that was you?"

Butcher stares at you for a long moment and you wonder if he sees through your lie. If he does, he doesn't acknowledge it and slowly nods instead. "Yeah, that was me. Lucky I have any toes left the way you was stumblin'," he mutters. "The bug was still snug in his collar when I made a little house call. You sure you remember what you two chatted on about?"

After a braver swallow of your drink, you give a thumbs up. "Yeah, uh, got some info, even with all of that god awful flirting he was spewing. He confirmed there's a Vought lab here. Not sure about coordinates but it's somewhere just south of town. He was trying to puff himself up, said he was working on some serious developments for the company. Something about broadening the market?"

"Got all that while he was trying to cop a feel, did ya? Anything else while he was drooling sweet nothings in your ear?"

His snide tone takes you aback. You had accomplished what you had set out to do. You got Frank to talk. For the life of you, you can't figure out why he's such a grump about it. "Wait…" You rub at your throbbing temples, confused. "I thought you found him? Didn't you get some intel, too?"

"You bet your ass I did," Butcher grins. "Turns out, Frank is quite the chatter once he's missing a few teeth and a couple fingernails. Including…" He slides a hand under his coat and pulls out a small folder with a little wave. "...Being so kind as to loan me some of his personal records."

He slaps the folder back onto his bed and stands. "C'mon," he barks, shrugging on his coat. "Scurry in there, wash last night off ya, and pop a couple tylenol. We're moving out in twenty."

"What if I puke in your car for rushing me?," you grumble, shuffling through your clean clothes as he starts packing his duffel. He pauses long enough to peg you with a hard look.

"You'll clean it up, of course. And your hangover will be a reprieve compared to what I'll do to you."

^^^

Despite feeling like utter dogshit, you did manage to freshen up, keep down a couple tylenol, and cram your stuff back into your bag in a timely manner. You had sunk into the car, ignoring his comment of taking five minutes too long, trying to keep the sun from stabbing in your eyes. But Butcher kept the ride silent, to your relief, and surprisingly short. You had expected him to peel out of the parking lot straight back to the city. Instead, he drove just a few miles down the road before swerving into a small diner before nudging you to follow him in.

Reluctantly leaving what comfort you found in the car, you scuffed behind him into the far back corner of the diner. Butcher claimed the seat opposite you - where he could overlook the whole place, you realized - and you slid into the snug booth. The diner was actually a little cozy, maybe in need of a decor update from the 90's, but clean. With only two or three other patrons about, the waitress was quick to get your orders and left the two of you in the quiet ambience of the morning bustle. If it weren't for the distinct company you were keeping, you'd say it felt damn near domestic.

Once the waitress had made her brief return with your drinks, you asked over the rim of your coffee, "Alright, Mr. Secrets. You've been smug nearly since we left. Spill it."

Butcher casts a quick glance about before sliding the folder across the table. "Hughie was right. They're cooking up some variations of V. After Sage Grove, though, they were supposed to be more hush-hush about it. Lazzell has been one of their busiest worker bees the last few months."

"Variations? You mean the temp stuff?"

Butcher shakes his head as you slowly thumb through the papers. "Originally, Lazzell and his other poncy lab buddies were supposed to make just the temp stuff. But what Vought don't know is they made some discoveries along the way."

He taps on one of the pages. It takes a minute with your impaired concentration but you finally start catching onto some keywords in the text. Subjects. Side effects. Heightened senses with lack of muscle load progression. Twilight sedation. Prototypes. Suggestions for alternative demographics in market.

Something scratches at the back of your brain but nothing more, and you sigh in frustration. "Help me out, Butcher. I'm a bit slow today. What is this exactly?"

He spots the waitress heading to your booth and snaps the folder shut, pushing it towards you to tuck away. Once your plates are before you and she leaves, he leans in with a grin. "Ol' Frankie was supposed to dispose of anything they brewed up that wasn't the temp shit the company wanted. But one of the cocktails had some results that he felt could be exploited. Now, you read those side effects for that batch again and tell me what that sounds like."

You take a small bite of toast - still taking it slow and easy on your stomach - and glance back over the words. "Well…Heightened senses. Dilated pupils. Elevated heart rate. Looks like the test group was split in half; either they had severe, even painful side effects coming down or experienced states of euphoria and -" You look up at him. "Is…is this a hallucinogen?"

"Yes and no," he slurs around a bite of eggs. You shake your head when he offers the greasy or butter soaked food on his plate with a teasing smile, knowing too well it's why you pause before braving your own food. "Read again."

You skim over the file. You almost sip on your coffee then stop. "They're all supes, no names. What is this?"

"He called it Persuasion," Butcher said in a hushed tone as he leaned in. "At first it was a flop, supe senses but no powers. Some had a nice little trip on it, others obviously not once the high wore off. They were gonna scrap it until a certain PR swung by. Said it could be tweaked."

"Tweaked how? For what?"

"When the world found out about compound V, what was one of the biggest selling points Vought lost?" When you come up at a blank, he says, "The world knows they're not God's chosen few. They're made in a fucking lab. Now, they can't shove that back in the box. But what if they do what those cunts do best and spin it in their favor? Say, for example…start making designer supes?"

You stare at him confused at first. Then it clicks. "Are you telling me this is a fucking aphrodisiac? For supes?"

The smile lends a sharper edge, cruel on his lips when your eyes widen. His voice is barely above a whisper. "Y/N, they've pumped that blue shit in babes since the 70's. They kidnapped two terrorists for their build-a-cunt supervillain idea. And Vogelbaum locked up my wife so that one day he could replace that test-tube fuckup with her son. He was all about genetics. Fucking breeding. What makes you think they wouldn't try it again with two supes, and a roster of over three hundred to cherry pick?"

You run a hand over your face. Then try to relax into your seat, remembering you're in public still. Picking at your egg and toast with a fork, you clear your throat. "So what about Walsh? Does the company know since they were supposed to throw this out? Did Frank know where we could get samples?"

Butcher's response is on the tip of his tongue when a vehicle catches his eye in the window. When you turn your head, you just glance a police cruiser before he snaps under his breath, "Eyes on me."

Tension seeps into your frame despite your best efforts. You take a quick bite of toast then mutter just aloud enough, "What is it?" You want to press but then realize one little detail; your FBSA status only gives you immunity in the field if you're on the books. And this is not on the books. When he takes too long to chew, you swallow thickly. "Butcher…Were you seen last night?"

"Don't think so," he mutters into his coffee.

"Don't think or don't know?!," you hiss.

His fingers suddenly clasp your hand across the table. You hear the door open behind you across the diner as his eyes lock on yours. "Keep your fucking voice down," he rumbles calmly. But the edge in it is laced with as much warning as his grip.

There's a long moment as you listen to two officers exchange familiar greetings with the waitress, then shuffle after her to another table somewhere on the other end of the diner. After forcing a few more bites of food, Butcher grabs your attention, sliding the car keys into your hand. He bears the mask of having a normal, morning chat, but his voice is eerily even-keeled.

"Could just be stuffing their faces but we're not gonna risk it. Take the file and walk out to my car, real mellow like. Keep your head down. Put the keys in, get it ready. If I'm not out in ten, you drive the hell outta here. Do not fucking wait. Switched the plates this morning, so that should buy you some time."

"How am I going to get you out?," you whisper.

"You don't. If I'm not back by nightfall, you go straight to the Boys." Before you can fight back the sudden aftertaste of Gatorade and breakfast to form words, he throws a charming smile at the waitress as she strolls back to you. "You've been a doll, but I'm ‘fraid I need the check. You're too kind."

When she walks away, Butcher's boot on your shin rudely jolts you into action. You sweep up the file and your things, prying yourself out of the booth. You use your phone as an excuse to duck your eyes down and keep yourself from running for the exit. It takes a lot of your nerve to not look up and see whose eyes you feel on you, Butcher's or the cops'. But you swing out the front and wince through the sunlight to the car, doing your best not to scratch the paint as you fumble with the keys.

Sitting in the driver's seat of Butcher's car feels wrong, though you can't put your finger on why. It's a long, uncomfortable several minutes of flexing your sweaty grip on the steering wheel. The idea of driving his car back alone, without him, somehow makes you think of a hearse. But the morbid image dissipates with a sigh of relief when he swaggers out of the diner and yanks open the driver door.

"Scoot the fuck outta my captain seat," he snaps, but the shove he gives your shoulder is almost playful, as is the the corner of his lip. You scramble awkwardly into the passenger side, and in moments he swings the car past the cruiser, out of the lot, and down the road.

The pain in and around your head is a drumbeat that calls up your irritation, replacing the frayed nerves from the diner. When you can no longer see it in the rear view, you turn to him. "You never answered me, Butcher. Were you seen? Are we wanted?"

"I already answered that and I don't like repeating myself."

"Bullshit," you scowl.

"Look," he sighs, eyes tight with annoyance. "I checked Frank's place for cameras, bugs, the works. But it's leased under Vought, so there's always a slight chance they could come snooping around. And he's not exactly gonna be calling into work anytime soon. So there's that."

"So that back there was just…precaution?"

Butcher nods. "You could say that. Besides, when it comes to wanted, I would have an APB. Not you. You were snoring it off last night."

"Butcher, he still saw my face. He…"

You stop, feeling both stupid and startled as he casts you a look across the seat. Asking him if he had been seen when he had interrogated Frank was clearly a pointless question. Frank had seen you both. Which -.

"You had a little problem. I took care of it. And we got the job done."

"Right," you nod. "Right…" You trail off, his flat, ambiguous tone leaving you dry of words. You try to get comfortable as Butcher guides the car onto I-87 south, and you nurse your hangover instead of further conversation.

You know far too well the man next to you is a killer. You've seen him bloody his hands and face to save you, even just months ago at the warehouse. It's part of the job and certainly part of him. It's not a pleasant truth, but it's settled in your mind over time. But what bothers you is that it doesn't bother you. And you're not sure what that means for you, now.

^^^

By the time you had reached the edges of the city, you had wrangled your hangover into a mild headache and a bit of dehydration. While the Cadillac had swallowed up the miles, you two had come to the consensus to stop at your place instead of the flatiron and go back through Frank's files one more time. MM or Hughie could be at the office, and it was best to keep the pretense that you were sick and Butcher wouldn't be back till the next day or so.

Evening had wrapped around your apartment by the time you slipped through your front door. After dropping your bag in your bedroom to unpack later, you stepped into your living room to find Butcher on the couch, one arm draped across the back. The file sits on your coffee table, his coat crumpled in your loveseat. Something catches the light between his fingers in his other hand.

"What's that?"

"What I was gonna show you earlier. You were asking about samples?" Butcher tosses the item and you narrowly catch it between your palms. Plopping down beside him, you inspect it. It's a small vial. At first, the contents appear clear like water. But as you roll it between your fingers the light catches again, revealing the hint of swirling silver inside.

"This it? That Persuasion stuff?"

Butcher nods. "There were four in his office. Mine for safekeeping, now. Walsh has been buying batches of that supe viagra off Frank for a pretty penny, but not for Vought."

"That doesn't make any sense. If Frank made this for Vought for their genetics experiment, why isn't Walsh sending it to them? The company might give them a slap on the wrist for making it in the first place, sure. But if the company isn't aware of it -"

"Then who's using it," Butcher finishes. "And what the fuck for. Yeah, that's what I wanna know, too."

You place the vial back in Butcher's palm, mentally shaking off the feel of his calluses as your fingertips brush across them. Clearly, I'm near back to my normal if those thoughts are resurfacing, you thought dryly.

But it's not normal anymore. He caught you last night. He knows, the little voice hisses.

Butcher doesn't know shit! You were drunk, that's what he knows.

Your mental debate is there and gone in less than a second. Shaking your head, you refocus on the file before you on the table. "Do we have any more leads? Anything specifically on our PR friend?"

"Not in here," Butcher replies, scratching his beard. "Unless you got better eyes than me. Lazzell made sure not to leave any receipts on their little personal transactions. But there might be something."

He pushes the papers out across your table for you two to pour over them. You skim over the papers for any sign of a direct connection to Walsh or Vought other than the lab. But you have no such luck, even after several minutes. Just more recordings, data of what you assume is the quicksilver junk in the vial. Despite your best efforts, you end up fixing on the results of a less than successful batch.

"This crap is really iffy," you mutter. "This round here they compared with regular people, no supes. Lazzell's personal notes are kinda hard to read in places but…It sounds like supes metabolize this stuff differently. It's more of a trippy sedative for the rest of us. And the coming down is a coin toss. Either you just end up groggy for a couple days, or you go through hell."

"What? Have a bad trip, did they?," Butcher grunts, dropping the papers in his hands on the piles to stand.

"Apparently they experienced physical and psychosomatic symptoms. Nerve pain exacerbated by stress? Hallucinations? He quotes one of the test subjects as describing the pain of being split in two in their soul. If you don't call that a bad trip, I don't know what else you call it."

"A night at Coachella?," Butcher quirks as he bends down by your loveseat.

"Whoa, Butcher! What the hell are you doing with my furniture?," you ask, scrambling up from the couch as he suddenly starts dragging the loveseat across the floor.

"Looks like we'll have to see what the rest of the crew dig up. And for Hughie to pull his head out of his ass. Not much else we can do with this until then, or I find something else myself."

You sweep in between him when he turns to the arm of your defenseless couch. "I guessed that much. But what does that have to do with my furniture?"

"Well we can't sneak up to the office tonight, now can we? So unless your bedroom is big enough to roll in-"

"Wait. Roll?" One of your eyebrows pitches up at him before you let out a laugh. "Oh, I get it. Very funny. I'm sure you and I both have had enough the last-"

"Am I laughing?"

Your smile fades as he pitches an eyebrow back. "Oh c'mon. It's been a long twenty-four hours or so. I'm not completely with it yet, and you've got to be getting tired, Butcher. Have you even slept yet?" You shift to sidestep him for the loveseat. "Lets-"

His fingers clutch tight and jolt you back by the arm before you can pass him. His eyes flash sharp as flint. "Less than twenty-four hours ago, some bastard had your wrist just like this. You forgot what I taught ya, and I had to swoop in and save your ass like a fucking supe. I may have told you I wouldn't let you drown. But I'm not fixing to start wearing a fucking cape and tights!"

You spread your fingers wide and use the escape he'd taught you the week prior. But Butcher seizes the other wrist in a flash, and takes one long stride, pinning your knees against the arm of the couch. He cuts you off when you go to object. "Remembering now, are we? We had a deal. I let you tag along up north and you show me that you could use your training properly. Bullocks'd that up, didn't you?"

"I was drunk-!"

"I don't. Fucking. Care. You want me to put you in Hughie's good graces? Huh?" When you just scowl in response, he pulls back and turns you both out to the living room. "Then you better start warming up."

You glare at his back as he starts dragging the couch to make room. Biting back suggestions for him to get his mood swings checked, you take a deep breath and turn to your coffee table. Frank's papers back in their folder and tucked away in the corner with your table, you begin to stretch on the floor, much to your muscles chagrin.

"Yesterday," Butcher calls as he rolls his neck and shoulders, "You pointed out that we haven't covered a whole lot of offense. And we'll get there. But last night clearly demonstrated that you need to work on a little more defense this week."

"Maybe if I had a little more offense that wouldn't have happened…," you muttered into the carpet as you stretched your hips.

"You say something?"

"What do you have in mind, sensei?"

"I thought that's what you said."

Before you can blink, Butcher yanks on the back of your pants and flips you onto your back. He shifts quickly to straddle your waist but you scramble and wrap him into closed guard on instinct. Sitting back on his heels, he begins to move his elbows down to meet the tender targets by your knees. But you squeeze tight and pull him forward. When he posts an arm out to catch his balance, he nods.

"Well, I guess you didn't forget everything after all. And you're getting better at maintaining closed guard. Maybe you'd done just fine on your back," he mutters.

Annoyance quickly floods into anger at his implication. And patience quickly flees the room. You lock your thighs even tighter, shove his bracing hand out while yanking on his shirt with your other hand. When he catches himself mere inches from your face you snap, "I don't know what your issue is with me today, or the deal with these snide remarks. But you can tell me what it is, or you can keep your bullshit to yourself and actually teach me something."

Butcher glares at you and the little chill on the back of your neck tells you that that may have been unwise. He pries your fingers from his lapel and sits up slowly, bracing himself with palms on either side of your head.

"You are my fucking issue," he rumbles through tight lips. "I've been generous giving you these lessons, hours I coulda put on cases, or used on bringing down the Seven. Hours I can't get back! And sloshed or not, you couldn't even use what I fucking gave ya!"

"Yes, hours neither of us can get back!," you snap up at him. "Hours that amount to what? Was I supposed to be a master with two, maybe three months of training?"

Butcher leans up to the full extent of his arms, eyes moving to bore a hole somewhere far past your head. He won't say it out loud, but you can feel him concede to your point with gritted teeth. Even with a knack for it, lack of experience is still lack of experience. After a beat, he gives a tight exhale and looks down at you.

"You really wanna bump this up, do ya? Alright. If you're so keen on offense, show me one choke you can do from right here."

With a suspicious squint, you look him over, assessing for an approach to attack. But you shake your head. "I didn't get very far before you so generously took over my lessons."

"Come off it," Butcher squints back. "You were rolling, weren't ya? With my arms straight out, I'm practically giving you two or three!" When you shake your head, his face withers with exasperation. "Christ, I can't believe I'm gonna let you do this…You know what a triangle choke is, don't ya?"

You can't help the surprise look that takes over you. Of all the chokes in the world, why did he have to pick that one? "I kind of know the mechanics," you mutter. "Never done it though."

Butcher nods and sits back on his heels, moving his hands to rest on your abdomen. "A lot of times I'm going to push right here in your guts or against your hips to post up, keep you from grabbing for my head and neck. If I'm not careful though, I'm giving you something to tug on. Grab one of my wrists."

You pick his right, still eyeing him for any sudden movements. Just don't think too hard about this, you tell yourself. It's just a self-defense technique. Don't make it weird. It's just-

That little voice giggles from the back of your mind. Just Butcher's head about to be clamped between your-

"Take your other hand and pin my left as tight against my hip as you can," Butcher continues, unaware of your inner dialogue. "You're trying to get my left arm out. Now you're gonna let your guard open just enough that you can swing your right leg over my shoulder. Once it's there, plant your left foot on my hip."

It's uncomfortable letting your guard open after teaching yourself to keep it tight all the times previous. And you ignore the different level of uncomfortable swinging your leg over his broad shoulder. With just a slight shift, you're able to plant your other foot on his belt.

"If I sit up straight, you're gonna lose me. So keep in mind that this has to be done fast. Keep that grip on my wrist, grab the tricep of that same side and pull it as tight across your hip as you can. Point is to keep me off-center and where you can reach me."

You do as prompted and Butcher's weight slips fully between your hips and lower abdomen. It's just a triangle, it's just a triangle, it's just a triangle. Don't make it weird.

"You kept hold of my wrist, that's good. You don't want me to take my arm back. I take my arm back, you're in serious trouble. Pushing with that foot on my hip, you're gonna pivot so you can move this leg from my shoulder to go right across the back of my neck. Then lock it in by clamping your left knee over your ankle. Understand?"

"I think so. Push, pivot, calf behind neck, lock it down with other knee."

"Yes. Now it's important that once your legs are locked, you pull down on the back of my head with your free hand. Cinches it in." He takes a deep breath. "Alright. Let's see you do it."

With a deep breath of your own, you push on his hip, shifting, pulling. It takes a second but you finally get your leg behind his head, and with a little effort you move from his hip to locking it in. You squeeze, trying to pull your legs back into yourself as if he isn't there. His face quickly flushes, and when Butcher gasps a guttural "fuck!" before tapping, you can't help a snicker.

"Sorry," you rasp as he catches his breath. "I just wasn't expecting that reaction."

"I knew I shouldn't have let you done it!," he snaps. "I know you ladies tend to have better lower body strength but fucking hell! And you still messed up!"

"What?! You were about to turn into a tomato! How did I mess up?"

"I told you. You got to pull on the back of my head! Do not let me have me head!"

"But that-"

He hooks your knees and slides you back into closed guard. "Again," he barks. "Do it faster. And do it right this time."

You glare at him for a moment and finally move when he starts pushing his hands into your guts. You snatch his wrist, shoving his other arm out of the way. It's clunky, uncoordinated but you sling your leg behind his head again, locking in the triangle. Still irritated and the edge of your hangover lingering, you decide to squeeze your thighs tighter, ignoring his head to pull down your own leg. With petty satisfaction, you watch his face begin to rapidly change shades again. His eyes flare up at you. Then suddenly they give a wicked glint as he tries to twist in your hold and-

You let out a gasp bordering on a yelp, dropping your locking leg to kick hard against his shoulder. He flops back onto his elbows as you skitter across the carpet. When you stop just out of his reach, gripping your thigh, you realize the bastard is laughing. "I told you not to let me have me head."

"You bit me!" Your fingers rub across the faintest of teeth marks on the fabric across your inner thighs. "You bit me! The fuck, Butcher?!"

"You seem quick to forget that I'm not training you for sportsmanlike conduct, sweetheart," he calls after you from the floor as you jump to your feet, heading for better lighting. "Out in the real world, an attacker will do anything they can before they pass out. Which is why you gotta keep control."

You're only half listening at this point. You feel a dampness you're uncertain is from Butcher, sweat, or blood, and the little needles of panic prickle you like the burn of his teeth. Without any other thought you pull the top of your pants just low enough to inspect. To your short relief, the skin is unbroken. But there's no mistaking the curve of already darkening red on your thigh, feeling hot as a brand.

"See?" Butcher's drawl seizes your attention where he's still propped on his elbows. You catch his eyes moving from your exposed skin to your face with a lazy expression. "Not so bad…was it, love?"

It suddenly rushes over you - the night before, the wolf Butcher of your nightmare, the real one sprawled out on your floor with those damn eyes, the burning in your skin, the warmth you've been trying to deny pooling in you since you realized what he did - and the little voice comes dashing from the dark parts of your mind. As you stare wide-eyed back at him a most unholy thrill shoots through you and-!

"Get out."

"Easy, darlin'. Just had to teach you a lesson, eh? We still got-"

"I don't care what you think we have to cover!," you bite out, yanking your pants back into place. "I am done tonight! Done!"

"Alright, alright. Settle down," he rolls his eyes, slowly shifting up from the floor. But when his jacket slaps him hard in the face, he's suddenly on his feet.

"Take Lazzell's shit with you. And get out," you snarl. You feel the air shift about him as he rips on his jacket and knowing he'll be on you, you spin on your heel and storm to the front door. You snatch it open and turn just in time to push your back against the wall as he invades your space.

"You wanted to up the ante, but you can't handle when it gets a little rough?," he grits down at you.

"I asked you to teach me what you promised! Not fucking bite me like-!"

"Like what? Hmm?" Butcher's glare pins you to the wall just as thoroughly as the hands fisted at his sides. When you only mirror it back at him, he sneers, "Go on. Say it."

"Like that," you spit.

"That's not what you were gonna say. Fucking say it."

An animal, the little voice purrs. A wolf, all the better to eat you with…

But you don't. You won't. You should have known he didn't believe your lie that morning. And now he's calling you on it. But you'd be damned if you'd say it. You can't because if you do, if you say it sober, admit your lie to him right now…you're done for. And the aftermath is daunting.

Butcher huffs, still sneering as you remain stubbornly tight-lipped. "What's your real issue with me today, hm?"

Any sense of caution you have left evaporates and you snatch your fingers into his collar. His reflexes are quicker and he prevents you from getting a proper choke. But you hook one foot behind his ankle and manage to throw him off balance just enough. You throw all your weight towards the doorway and he stumbles backwards through. The second you release his collar you leap back with a "fuck you!". You slam the door as he lunges and if he doesn't collide with it, he must have only narrowly avoided it. You just as narrowly slide the first lock home when he tries the handle, and your back slides down the door once the rest are in place.

You wait for the pounding of his fist, but it's almost as startling that it never comes. It's like you can feel it just hovering before your door. You think you hear Butcher on the other side, but it's hard to tell if the heavy breathing is his or yours.

I'll huff, and I'll puff…

After a long moment, you are certain you hear him curse. Then his heavy boots storming away. When your ears no longer hear anything but the hum of electricity in your apartment and city white noise, you rise to your feet again. Adrenaline and that damn thrill still fizzling in your blood makes you feel like you might be shaking, or on the verge of it. And your damn thigh burns the hottest.

Later, - after you finally find the appetite to muster an excuse of dinner, after you slide into bed with heavy eyes - like the tempting itch of a fresh tattoo, you have to fight your fingers from tracing and retracing Butcher's bite mark. You're uncertain if your last thought before drifting off is to him or yourself;

What the hell have you done?

#billy butcher x reader #billy butcher #the boys fanfic

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six sentence sunday!

rules: post 6 sentences of an unfinished work and tag 6 people

tagged by my adored louseph @cheatghost <3

a little bit from the final chapter of The Golden Afternoon:

“You’re kinda freaking me out, Harrington, not gonna lie.” “Wha– why?” Steve sits on the edge of his motel bed, knee bouncing up a storm and ball of his socked foot gone half numb with the repetitive motion. “Because you’re calling me from Las Vegas at three A.M. your time and you sound a little strung out,” Eddie says, voice too level, like he’s working at keeping it so. Steve remembers a phone call he got in the middle of the night once. He remembers the reprimand and the force of a promise that he broke forty-five minutes ago by standing at another dealer’s feet, ones not wearing the thick-soled boots he’s come to love, and pleading for sleep.

tagging with zero pressure and one trillion love: @snowangeldotmp3 @kkpwnall @yxlenas @fragilecapric0rnn @roguenancy @bus-ghoul

#wip game #dot post #they DO get a happy ending this time don't you worry #i'm like /almost/ halfway done with this chapter despite not writing at all this week are you proud #i figured most of you guys would rather see this though than the new kali fic that has materialized in my drafts fjkalsf

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tangled up with you all night (burning it down)

I'm back!! With fic!!!

I was inspired with prompts from @elementaldoughnut12 to write some filthy age difference Ambrolleigns goodness and this is it :)

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This fic is Explicit and Contains: Daddy Kink, Feminization, Pet names, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Overstimulation, Unrealistic Sex, Threesomes

enjoy!

tangled up with you all night (burning it down)

Seth isn’t sure how he ended up in this predicament, but he’s sure as hell not questioning it now.

He’d finished taping a backstage promo with his Shield brothers, each of them tripping over their words as they threaten the entire roster with their chaotic brand of justice. Dean and Roman peeled off pretty quickly to the locker room to get changed, both of them complaining loudly about being hungry and getting some food, but Seth stayed back a bit with the wardrobe department to double check on the measurements of his new pants.

As he finished his conversation, suddenly uncomfortably aware of how much his ass has grown in the last few months, he’s stopped by a PA he hasn’t seen before.

“Hey Seth, your partners wanted me to pass a message along- just that they went ahead and booked a hotel for you guys for the night and they’ll meet you there?” The woman smiled, handing him a note with an address, written in Dean’s familiar scrawl.

Odd, he thought. No reason why they couldn’t have texted him the hotel details, but Dean and Roman could be weirdos sometimes. They’ve been traveling together for just over 6 months, but Seth’s still getting used to being able to rely on them after being on his own for so long.

He gathered his gear from the locker room and headed out, putting the address in for the hotel into his rental’s GPS. It wasn’t far from the arena, and when he arrived things seemed a little off immediately.

This was a really nice hotel, like 5 stars, costs more money than any of them could afford nice. He put the car in park, looking at the note he’d discarded on the passenger seat to make sure he’d put the address in right, when he was startled by a knock on the car window.

Seth half expected to get told off for being here, some kid from nowhere, Iowa had no business being in a place like this, but he rolled down the window to a friendly valet.

“Mr. Rollins? We’ve been expecting you- Mr. Reigns instructed us to park your vehicle for you, you should be able to pick up your room key inside.”

Hearing himself addressed as ‘Mr. Rollins’ was weird enough, but he started to think he’s entered the twilight zone.

He grabbed his bags and handed the car key to the valet, the way he’d seen before in movies, before heading inside to what was arguably the most beautiful hotel lobby he’s ever seen.

As much as the WWE lifestyle seemed glamorous on the outside, most of the time the three of them shared 2 bed rooms at roadside motels, switching off who got the floor. Never had the three of them stayed anywhere this nice, with brilliant crystal chandeliers glittering in the ceiling.

Seth feels underdressed in his tight gym shorts and cut off t shirt, and he debated taking off his baseball hat as he approached the desk.

Again, he doesn’t even have to say a word before he’s addressed. “Ah Mr. Rollins, Welcome to the Aurelia! I have your key card here, you’ll be staying in one of our finest suites. This is Stephan, he’ll escort you to your room and can help with any bags.”

The beautiful woman behind the desk hands him a matte gold envelope containing a key card and he turns his head to find the bellhop standing uncomfortably close behind him.

“Oh I’m sure that’s not necessary, you can just point me where I need to go.” Seth already feels like a fish out of water, no need to subject this guy to his mouth gaping.

“If you’re sure sir, it’s Room 1550, take the elevator there and your room will be straight ahead” The bellhop backs off after gesturing to the large golden doors of the elevator, and Seth relaxed somewhat.

He took the elevator as directed, noticing that he’s been directed to the top floor of this crazy expensive hotel, and at that point his brain was on overdrive. Surely this is an elaborate prank Dean and Roman are playing on him and it’s about to blow up in his face.

The elevator chimed delicately signaling his stop, and he exited to find a small hallway with just 3 doors with intricate numbers reading 1525, 1550, and 1575.

Seth crossed the hallway in a few steps and cautiously held the key up to the door, almost certain it wouldn’t work for some reason, but the light turns green and the door opens.

“Dean? Roman?” He called, “What’s goin’ on? If this is a prank I’m gonna be so fucking pissed at you guys!”

Seth dropped his bag near the door, staring at the wide expanse of the suite, clearly a little too distracted because he’s pushed into the wall with zero warning.

“Been a long time since you called me by that name, sweetheart.” It’s a deep growl, both foreign and familiar at the same time.

He’s pinned, staring into the face of a bearded man, who can’t be-

“Dean?!”

“It’s Moxley now, dollface.”

Dean- or Moxley, he supposes, is shirtless with jeans so tight on his thighs they look painted on, and his senses are invaded by the intoxicating smell of him. Like sweat and musk with the faintest hint of tobacco and cigarette smoke.

“What- what’s going on? Where’s Roman?” Seth asks, trying to ignore the way his dick is twitching in his pants. This is no time to get horny.

Moxley rolls his eyes, dropping his arms and giving Seth the tiniest bit of breathing room. “Oy Tribal Chief?” He calls over his shoulder.

The large suite is partitioned, likely to give privacy to the bedroom, and that’s where he sees Roman appear.

Immediately Seth is struck by the differences. Unlike Moxley, who looks so radically different from the Dean Ambrose that Seth knows, Roman looks mostly the same other than his full beard. But the way this Roman carries himself is completely different.

Roman Reigns is a big dude, a huge Samoan piece of meat that shows up in Seth’s wet dreams more often than not, but he’s always been a little awkward, hunching his shoulders to try to be inconspicuous when he’s not in the ring.

But there’s no trace of that now, the Roman that walks in the room does so as if he owns the place, chest bare and dripping wet with a towel hung low on his hips.

Seth feels his mouth go dry at the sight, and his pants are feeling even tighter than they were before.

Roman crosses the room, slow and unhurried. He addresses Moxley first, “You’re not being mean to him, are you?”

“Course not,” Moxley snorts.

Roman’s big brown eyes turn on Seth, his face breaking into a heart stopping grin.

“Good,” Seth feels his knees get weak at the attention. “Don’t wanna scare you off now, do we?”

“Ro- I don’t know what’s going on here, how did you get this room?” Seth stutters out, but Roman brings one of his big hands to his face and rubs his thumb against his cheek.

“Now, now, Seth. Don’t think about it too hard, baby. See, me and Mox here just wanna make you feel good tonight.” Roman’s other hand wanders up to remove the baseball hat from Seth’s head and gently tug on his hair tie, freeing his hair from the bun it’s been in. “Look so pretty, sweet thing. Let me see you.”

Seth feels his cheeks get warm and flushed at the praise. Having Roman’s full attention on him like this is heady and overwhelming. He drops his gaze, avoiding Roman’s eyes.

“I dunno, Ro- I don’t understand…” it sounds like weak protest even to his own ears, and Roman’s not having it.

“What’s not to understand?” Seth’s chin is gently lifted and held to meet Roman’s gaze again. “Look if you wanna leave, we’re not gonna stop you. But we’ve been wanting to get our hands on you for a long time, baby. Let us take care of you.”

One of Moxley’s rough hands drags along the side of Seth’s torso, sending shocks to his system when he touches the bare skin peeking out of the cut arm holes.

“What he said,” Mox growls low, and all the reasons why this is a bad idea suddenly vanish from Seth’s mind.

He’s far too aware of how skimpy his gym clothes are, how much skin he’s left bare for them to feast on with their eyes. He can’t say he’s never thought about it, giving himself over to his teammates, his brothers in arms. They’re both incredibly attractive men.

And something about these older, more mature versions of them is completely clouding his judgement. By the beards and the salt and pepper in both their hairlines, Moxley and Roman look at least 10 to 15 years older than he last saw them.

He feels himself nodding, blush spreading on his face. “O-Okay,”

Roman practically beams at him, leaning in close to his face.

“Want you to say it, baby. Tell us what you want.”

The shame and embarrassment burn hot in his gut but it’s fueling his rapidly growing erection.

Seth whispers, “Wantyoutotakecareofme.”

Moxley barks a laugh. “Try that again for me.”

He swallows, slow and thick, trying not to think about the throbbing ache of his dick in his shorts.

“Want you two to take care of me, please?”

Seth looks up at Roman through his thick eyelashes, and the grin on the Samoan’s face reminds him of a shark.

“Good boy,” He casts a look in Mox’s direction. “You want him first?”

Moxley laughs again, licking his lips. “Yes, sir. Been wanting a piece of this ass since he walked in.”

The hand that had been lingering on Seth’s waist wanders down to the swell of his ass and squeezes, causing Seth to squeak in surprise.

Moxley sweeps him up into an easy bridal carry, and Seth feels tiny wrapping his arms around the man’s neck and tucking his face into his bare chest, pressing his nose into the soft chest hair.

Seth is carried into the bedroom, which contains the largest bed he’s ever seen, before he’s tossed onto the sheets, landing softly on his back before Moxley’s hands are on him again.

“These lil shorts are cute baby, but I think I’d like ‘em better on the floor.”

It’s all the warning he gets before Mox yanks his shorts down and off in one fell swoop. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so his now hard dick bounces in the air, leaking precum from the tip.

Seth’s torn between the desire to hide from the other man’s gaze and splaying his legs out, but the choice is taken from him when Mox takes his thighs into his rough hands and forcefully pulls him back to the edge of the bed.

Mox whistles lowly, “Such a pretty little dick, this all for me?” He spits into his hand and wraps it around the length of Seth’s dick, coating it in the mixture of his saliva and the precum that’s drooled all over the blushing pink head.

Seth’s vision whites out, whining at the feeling of Moxley’s rough hands wringing pleasure out of him.

He feels the mattress shift above him, and suddenly Roman is there behind him, nestling Seth’s head in his lap and letting his thick thighs cradle Seth on either side.

Seth cranes his neck, half expecting to be greeted with the sight of Roman’s cock, but the Samoan has tight briefs on, only barely obscuring the thick length of him from view. Seth can’t help but feel a little disappointed, but he’s quickly distracted by the warmth of a tongue licking at the head of his dick.

“Eyes down here, babydoll. S’still my turn.” Mox fixes him with a stern look, and shoots a glare up at Roman.

The interruption gives Seth a chance to take in the view that is Moxley’s chest, hairy and littered with scars. It’s such a departure from Dean’s chest, that he’d seen only a few hours ago, for the most part hairless and smooth. This man has been through some things, pretty bad things if Seth had to guess, and it gave him a dangerous edge. But the effect sent heat running to the pool of arousal in his groin.

Which was greeted by Mox suddenly taking the whole length of Seth’s dick in his mouth, sucking and hollowing out his cheeks like he’s trying to extract Seth’s soul via his cock.

Seth cries, the feeling overwhelming him and causing him to twitch and shake, then Roman’s hands are on his chest, pushing up his t shirt and rubbing his big thumbs against Seth’s nipples, using the rest of his hands to cup at his pecs, holding them like tits.

Roman’s smooth voice washes over him, “You’re doing so good for us, sweetheart. Takin’ Moxley’s abuse, makin’ those pretty noises.” One hand remains on his chest as the other moves back up to pet at his hair, gently raking through the strands with his fingers. The motion and the praise grounds him and it’s easier to still his hips against the sensations in his dick. Then Roman leans in close, whispering into his ear, “Tell Mox how much you like him suckin’ your dick.”

Seth whines, the sound high in his throat, as Mox takes him deep into his throat again, and Roman tuts, pinching one of his nipples.

“Now what did we talk about earlier, princess. Use your words.”

He can barely think, but the words tumble out. “Love it, love how it feels, f-fuck, please.” Seth’s breath comes out in stuttered gasps.

Suddenly all that warm heat is gone, and he’s whining again.

Moxley laughs darkly, leaning down into Seth’s face and capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss, Mox’s teeth latching onto his bottom lip.

Roman’s fingers curl in his hair and suddenly his head is being yanked to one side, exposing the long line of his throat to Moxley, who doesn’t hesitate in licking and biting roughly at the sensitive skin.

Two fingers find his mouth, pushing in as Seth hears the command.

“Suck, get ’em wet, baby.”

His bottom lip drops open and he laps at the fingers, swirling his tongue around and getting them nice and slick as Mox continues his assault.

Roman laughs, “So good, good job, princess.”

The praise goes straight to his neglected cock, Seth thinks he might die if he doesn’t get to cum soon.

Moxley finally lets up on his neck, giving one last lick to the spectacular bruise he’s left before he’s out of Seth’s view again, obstructed by the thick curtain of Roman’s hair as he leans in to take his turn exploring Seth’s lips and mouth.

It’s awkward, kissing Roman spiderman style, but then there’s wet pressure at his hole and he’s gasping into the kiss, which Roman takes advantage of to get his tongue in deeper.

Seth is hit with twin sensations of Mox’s tongue deep in his ass and Roman’s in his mouth. He feels like he’s lost, adrift in a sea of pleasure without any means of escape.

The tongue in his ass drags in and out before swirling around his rim in a filthy mirror image of Roman’s exploration of his mouth.

They both let up finally, but he’s given only the briefest moment to catch his breath before Mox’s spit-slick fingers are pushing into his hole.

“Check out this pussy, Ro,” Seth watches as Mox spits onto his hole as he fucks his fingers in and out, stretching him. “Sucking me in, I’d almost think our baby girl’s a virgin.”

Seth whimpers as his neglected cock twitches and drools.

Roman tugs on his hair again, putting his lips to Seth’s ears, “That’s right, princess. Hear how much he loves your pussy?”

Seth’s breath hitches, stuttering. “D-d-ahhhhh, please!”

“What was that, babydoll?” Mox’s fingers press against his prostate hard, and Seth sees stars.

“Daddy,” he moans brokenly, tears welling up in his eyes and threatening to spill over. “Daddy please, n-need.”

“Tell Daddy what you need, baby, go on,” Roman kisses his forehead, and the contrast between the soft feel of the Samoan’s lips and the rough treatment of his hole has him teetering on the edge again.

“Please please Daddy, gonna cum, need it, fuck, please,” It comes out in a rush, but what follows is not the release he was seeking.

Instead, Dean circles his free hand around the base of Seth’s cock, squeezing tightly with his thumb and forefinger, denying Seth his release with a sharp grin.

“Not yet, princess, you’ll come on Daddy’s cock or not at all.”

Tears flowed down Seth’s cheeks now, wetting the sheets.

Mox spits on his hole again and adds a third finger, increasing the burn and stretch in his muscles. Seth thinks he might die from the delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

Roman’s thumbs wipe at the tear tracks on his face.

When finally Seth barely feels like he can take it anymore, Mox removes his fingers from his hole, which is both better and worse.

He’s manhandled by both men onto his stomach, and commanded to his hands and knees, his hips sinking back instinctively to show off his ass. “Whaddid I tell ya, Roman- he’s a natural.”

Roman laughs at the comment, remaining in his position at Seth’s head, though now up on his knees, while Mox lines up behind him.

Seth’s at a perfect eye level to Roman’s thick cock, bulging dangerously in his briefs, and Seth’s mouth waters. There are few things Seth Rollins enjoys on this earth more than sucking cock, though even he might be presented with a challenge here, but it’s one he’ll gladly accept.

He looks up at Roman, fluttering his lashes and pouting. “Daddy?”

Roman’s fingers find his hair again, tucking the loose strands behind his ear.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can I- please can I suck you?”

“Suck my what, princess?”

Seth swallows thickly. “Your cock, daddy. Wanna suck your cock.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” His free hand grips the waistband of his underwear, dragging the fabric down until his dick springs free directly in front of Seth’s mouth.

Traveling together doesn’t often afford a lot of privacy, so Seth’s seen Roman’s dick before in locker rooms and communal showers. It’s intimidating even when soft, but thats nothing compared to the sight that is his thick hard beautiful cock.

It’s long, easily 8 inches and girthy, the same beautiful color as the rest of Roman’s body with a fat mushroom head. Seth opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out to lap at the head, as Roman’s fingers twist in his curls and drags him forward to take his cock into his mouth.

Roman’s dick is heavy on his tongue, and his jaw aches already at the stretch, but he sucks obediently, letting his saliva pool in his mouth and drool out and down the rest of the length.

Without any warning, there’s blunt pressure at his hole, pressing in and spearing him open.

He moans, sending vibrations through Roman’s cock and he’s lost, no more thoughts in his head except to be an open and wet hole for both of his daddies to fuck.

The pace they set is rough and intense, plowing into him at both ends. His dick smacks his stomach with the force of their thrusts, still painfully hard and ready to burst.

Tears roll down his cheeks freely as Roman fucks his face, and Moxley gives his ass several hard smacks. It’s the most filthy thing Seth’s ever done in his life and it’s intense and hot and perfect.

He moans loudly, gagging as the head of Roman’s dick enters his throat. The heat in his belly is fire hot, coiled like a spring and ready to burst.

“I think he’s earned his reward, don’t you?” Roman asks,

“‘Suppose,” Moxley spits. “Cum, babydoll.”

“Cum for Daddy, baby.”

The fire in him overflows, and Seth’s vision whites out as he finally releases, cum spurting out of him each time the head of Moxley’s cock brushes his prostate.

When his brain comes back online a few moments later, it’s to the sensation of Roman burying his cock deep in Seth’s throat, his nose brushing into the dark curls of the Samoan’s pubic hair. He feels Roman’s cock twitching, feeding his cum directly into his throat.

One of Roman’s hands wraps around his neck, squeezing slightly to feel his cock there. It sends a jolt to his spent cock, adding to the overstimulation that’s increasingly painful as Moxley continues to abuse his prostate, hitting it on each and every punishing thrust.

Roman finally pulls out of his mouth, and Seth’s gasps for air turn into breathy cries.

“Come on, take it baby, just a little longer for me.” Mox growls, thrusts increasing in pace as he absolutely destroys Seth’s ass.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” The words are punched out of his mouth with each thrust, he licks his lips and tastes the salt from his tears, it’s so much.

“Who’s pussy is this, baby?” Mox thrusts in hard, grinding his hips, and Seth feels cum paint his inner walls.

“Yours!! Yours, Daddy!!”

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Seth bolts upright in bed, panting hard and feeling a wet spot in his boxers. He looks down to see the stain blooming, evidence of his shameful wet dream.

It had seemed so real, confusing as hell, but definitely hot and filed away for the lonely nights on the road.

“Whassamatter?” He hears a gravelly voice from his left and sees the shaggy hair of Dean Ambrose looking up at him.

“Ah- just a dream, babe. I’ll be right back.” Seth’s happy for the cover of darkness so his boyfriend can’t see the blush rising in his cheek.

“You better be,” The low rumble comes from his right, as his other boyfriend Roman slings his big arm over the space where he’d been sleeping between them.

Maybe he’d tell them in the morning, about the dirty fantasies his mind had created from them. Maybe they’d even help make them real.

#ambrolleigns #dean ambrose #jon moxley #seth rollins #roman reigns #the shield

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that-one-weird-fangirl2020 · 1 year

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Sebastian Sallow Prompt List inspired by Taylor Swift Songs and Lyrics (reblogs encouraged)

1. Style (1989)

"... You got that James Dean daydream look in your eyes, and I got that red lip classic thing that you like..."

2. Betty (folklore)

"But if I just showed up at your party, would you have me? Would you want me? Would you tell me to go fuck myself? Or lead me to the garden? In the garden, would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer thing? I'm only 17, I don't know anything, but I know I miss you..."

3. Getaway Car (reputation)

"We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde. Until I switched to the other side, to the other side. It's no surprise I turned you in, 'cause us traitors never win... I'm in a getaway car, I left you in a motel bar. Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys, that was the last time you ever saw me"

4. Sweet Nothing (Midnights)

"...They said the end is coming. Everyone's up to something. I find myself running home to your sweet nothings. Outside, they're push and shoving. You're in the kitchen humming. All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing..."

5. Fearless (Fearless)

"Well you stood there with me in the doorway- My hands shake- I'm not usually this way. But you pull me in, and I'm a little more brave. It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something, it's fearless..."

6. Gold Rush (evermore)

"But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush. I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush. I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch. Everybody wants you. Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you. Walk past, quick brush, I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush. I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush. Everybody wants you, but I don't like a gold rush."

7. All Too Well (RED)

"...I walked through the door with you, the air was cold. But something about it felt like home somehow. And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house. And you've still got it in your drawer even now..."

8. Sparks Fly (Speak Now)

"I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild. Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right. And lead me up the staircase, won't you whisper soft and slow, 'I'm captivated by you, baby, like a fireworks show...'"

9. Dress (reputation)

"Say my name and everything just stops.. I don't want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off. Carve your name into my bedpost, 'cause I don't want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off..."

10. Enchanted (Speak Now)

"This night is sparkling, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew, I was enchanted to meet you."

11. You Belong With Me (Fearless)

"...If you could see that I'm the one who understands you. Been here all along, so, why can't you see? You belong with me..."

12. Teardrops on My Guitar (Taylor Swift [Debut])

"He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar. The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star. He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do..."

13. Daylight (Lover)

"And I can still see it all (In my mind). All of you, all of me (Intertwined). I once believed love would be (Black and white). But it's golden (Golden). And I can still see it all (In my head). Back and forth from New York (Sneaking in your bed). I once believed love would be (Burning red). But it's golden. Like daylight..."

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #wizarding world #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow fanfic #taylor swift

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Homeless population across U.S. on the rise Homeless population across U.S. on the rise: Wall Street Journal review 04:36

Two years after pandemic aid ended, homelessness in cities and states across the U.S. is on the rise.

Organizations that count homeless people have seen increases in the number of unsheltered individuals compared with 2022, the Wall Street Journal reported.

Roughly 421,400 people were homeless in the U.S. last year, and 127,750 of them were chronically homeless, meaning they didn't have a place to stay for a year or more, according to National Alliance to End Homelessness data. Homelessness rates have been climbing nationally by about 6% every year since 2017, the alliance said.

The increase in the number of people without a place to live comes amid soaring housing costs and rising prices for essentials like food and transportation. The federal government sent $817 billion in stimulus payments to Americans, according to a New York Times estimate, but that lifeline ended in March 2021.

"There's no cash coming in from the government anymore," Amy Quackenboss, executive director at the American Bankruptcy Institute, told CBS MoneyWatch in February. "There are several people who haven't been able to weather that storm." Evictions on the rise in several U.S. cities, new data shows 05:38

Difficult to count

To be sure, the official 2023 homeless tally won't be exact because people who are homeless don't gather in one setting for an easy roll call, Wall Street Journal reporter Shannon Najmabadi told CBS News.

"It's very difficult to count the number of people who are unsheltered, living in cars or couch surfing, in the woods or on properties that's difficult to access," she said.

Major cities avoided a tidal wave of homelessness during the pandemic because the federal government offered emergency rental relief, eviction moratoriums, stimulus checks and other pandemic-era aid. However, with those protections now vanished, financially challenged Americans face daunting housing prices, with the national median sales price at $441,000 and the median rental costing $2,000 a month as of May. Foo Fighters' Dave Grohl barbecues for 24 hours at Los Angeles shelter 00:33

Homeless crisis in California

California has dominated most the national conversation about the rise in homelessness. An estimated 171,000 Californians — or 30% of all unsheltered people in the U.S. — are homeless. San Diego County alone saw its homeless count rise to 10,264 — a 22% increase from last year, the Journal reported.

A University of California, San Francisco study released Tuesday found that high housing costs and low income are fueling the homeless crisis in the Golden State. California's homeless problem is so intense that Los Angeles Mayor Karen Bass this week announced plans to eliminate L.A. street homelessness by 2026, first by declaring a state of emergency and then by moving unsheltered individuals into hotels and motels.

"My goal would be, really, to end street homelessness," she told CNN on Sunday. "There'll still be people in shelters and interim housing, but at least we'll not have people dying on our streets."

#homelessness #us #us homelessness #The homelessness population in major U.S. cities is on the rise

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Post Directory: Lana Del Rey Unreleased / other

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SEE HERE for directory of her released music

#separating this from the og post bc it wont allow over 100 links!#lana del rey #directory #lana unreleased

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6 Beautiful hotels near Kalpetta which might be everything one wishes for

6 Best Resorts Near Kalpetta

So, decide certainly and well about the location, e-book your accommodations, and step into this stunning city to get an extremely good enjoy.

1. LakeRose Wayanad Resort

Located at the scenic beaches of Karapuzha Dam, it's miles a conventional luxurious Boutique Resort that welcomes humans to rejuvenate and reinvent. It has a brilliant setting with a panoramic view of the Karapuzha Dam reservoir and the majestic Western Ghats lining the horizon. Various personalized offerings, custom menus, and masses of activities can make your visit unforgettable. Here you may additionally enjoy the magic of nature in an surroundings-pleasant format. Moreover, there are 8 luxurious rooms in Lake View respiration wall cottages. Journey through Kerala's heart: Revel in the lush landscapes of Wayanad, cruise the backwaters of Kumarakom, discover the heritage of Thrissur, and bask in the tranquility of Marari's golden sands best places to go in kerala.

2. Holiday Ashtami Resort

Holiday Ashtami Resort is one of the most inexpensive motels you can discover near Kalpetta. It is a family mission, deliberate as a collection of 3 cottages, the usage of space-saving, fee-reducing, traditional aesthetics but contemporary strategies in creation. It presents superb lodging at an affordable price with an eating place, free private parking, and a garden. One can locate numerous scenic perspectives all around this motel. All the rooms are properly provided and painted with present-day layout. The eating place of this inn has types of meals like Indian, Chinese, and others.

3. Wayanad Ranches Resort

Wayanad Ranches Resort is a couple-pleasant hotel located near Kalpetta. It is an elegantly themed villa that blends in with the woodland environment and is a home far away from home. Your life at this resort could loosen up your mind and rejuvenate your body and soul. Here, travelers can get several meals objects like South Indian meals, Mughlai, North Indian, and extraordinary continental dishes. The lush greeneries of the espresso plantation could make you feel calm and serene. You can also discover diverse categories of rooms right here that consist including Deluxe Rooms, Premium Villas, Pool Villas, and Home Villas. However, for people who love nature and its specific looks, booking a room in Wayanad Ranches Resort could be an excellent desire.

4. Hilton Cloud Resort Wayanad

Hilton Cloud Resort is located in Meppad, 9 km from Karapuzha Dam close to Kalpetta. One who might live here can revel in a scenic view of the lake. This inn provides soundproof rooms that encompass a heating machine, pay TV, andana eating location for guests’ comfort. The area setup of the hotel can please each visitor. Many humans who have been skilled in this hotel have given a high-quality overview of their group of workers.

5. The Coffee Country Resort

If you wish to have a serene place to spend your excursion, come and discover an exceptional stay with nature without compromising the posh. The eighty-acre coffee plantation has a path with a tea estate. Cottages are designed to give the treehouse feel, all of the cottages are made with Rosewood and Bamboo. Thus, in case you pick this resort even as touring Kalpetta, you will get the possibility to loosen up and experience the greenery and serenity of the city. Experience Kerala's enchantment: Stroll through the spice-scented streets of Thekkady, admire the architectural marvels in Thiruvananthapuram, escape into the mystical ambience of Munnar's tea plantations, and lose yourself in the serene backwaters of Kuttanad tourist places in Kerala.

6. Koomankolly Heritage Retreat

Koomankolly Heritage Resort is a boutique property at Thirunelli in Wayanad close to Kalpetta. It is about amidst the outstanding Brahmagiri Hills which draws many tourists to stay at this hotel. For one who's searching for a relaxing excursion, this is the region that welcomes them with plenty of facilities and a herbal surrounding all around. Moreover, Koomankolly Heritage Resort is created with a unique imagination and prescient thoughts and is a nature-based totally vacation spot that preserves and initiatives Kalpetta and Wayanad’s serene unexplored hilltops.

Also Read:

Exploring the unexplored: 11 offbeat destinations in Kerala for your next Kerala journey

10 Best Ayurveda retreats in Kerala

#tourism #kerala #andaman trip #travel #traveling #andaman tour package

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We took a trip to the North Shore!

On Monday Luka and I went to Duluth to go look for agates and visit the rock shop and eat mindblowingly good pie. The drive up was really nice--very long, but we listened to Stephen King's Fairy Tale on the way and it is very good so far--a kid named Charlie is isekai'd to another world where he plans to take this absolute SWEETHEART of an elderly dog to this magic sundial so she can be young and not arthritic anymore. That's all I know so far but it's been really good so far.

The only hitch in the whole trip was when we were looking for a place to look for rocks, and this crazy dog with no leash and no collar goes zooming into the road, and Luka slammed on the brakes, and the person behind us just barely slammed their breaks, and we ended up accidentally clipping the poor dog--there was a big wet splat of water and a bit of hair on the front, but no damage, and the dog just kept running without a thought in its dear little head and disappeared into some forestry that happened before the beach

So we went looking for the poor dog so we could tell its owners that we bumped it, and we never found the dog or its owner, but we thiiiink the dog is probably hopefully okay x_x

And while we were looking for dogs and people, we found out the area we were in was a perfect swimming spot, so we went down to the beach and luka got out his snorkeler and a really nice drunk lady gave us a heart shaped rock Luka found a bunch of really cool stuff! Sea glass and some kind of really lovely piece of terra cotta with a honeycomb pattern on it, and a big laker agate and a bunch of really interesting hunks of things with fascinating crystals and pretty streaks of things running through it--he can tell you much more. I found one that looks like a kitty!

And the lake was just lovely. There was a cute family of loons and people kayaking (including one woman who had her golden retriever sitting on the boat while she rowed) and one guy flew by on a motorized parachute and threw us the horns. 8)

Then we went home and wolfed down food and fell the heck over at the Motel 6, where in the morning we discovered Ellie had tried to make a nest on the floor:

We went to the culinary miracle that is Betty's Pies, where I had pancakes and luka had biscuits and gravy and we had phenomenal pie.

Then we got to go to the ROCK SHOP. :D

The folks running the store were INCREDIBLY nice and helped identify some of what Luka found in the lake the day before. I was fortunate enough to be able to nab some pretties at very reasonable prices (seriously these were like a few bucks each)

If I am remembering the labels correctly, I nabbed: a tiny slab of coral, then a lake superior agate, carnelian, citrine, green jasper, malachite, labradorite, dumortierite, sodalite, petrified wood, crazy lace agate, and amethyst. The neat little platform it's on came from a nearby goodwill and has a bunch of fossilized snails in it? IT WAS A BUCK FIFTY, HOW

But yes it feels nice to have pretties finally. <3 I also nabbed a fossilized clam and an opalized ammonite.

Aaand after that we were gonna visit the Temperance River, but then the sky opened up and munched on roadtrip snacks and listened to more audiobook while the rain pounded down, and when it cleared up we took pictures of the forest.

And Ellie had an awesome time:

The highlight of our trip back was finding this billboard. Luka got off the southbound freeway, back on the northbound freeway, and back onto the southbound freeway, over a span of several miles, just to get this picture:

WORTH IT. 8D

and now I'm hoooome and I've cuddled my kitty and I'm going to be a zombie for a little while

What an awesome time, though. I hadn't been on a roadtrip since we went with @kurloz38 and @misa-chu in June of 2018. @_@ (we gotta get you guys back up here!!) It was indescribably nice to get to swim and splurge on pretty things and enjoy a really good book.

#domestic blifs #north shore #ROAD TRIP

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zepandovski · 11 months

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Ok i don't use Spotify to listen to music because im lazy to go find the musics i listen to there soooo, have it from my youtube music!!

Ty @sp1nd-sh for tha tag!!! :DD

𝗦𝗵𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 "𝗼𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁" 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 10 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗴 10 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲

1- Golden Antlers by Glass Animals

2- Curses by The Crane Wives

3- Mellohi by C418

4- Genius (part. Labirnth, Sia and Diplo) by LSD

5- Back in the 90's by Grouplove

6- Running with the wolves by Aurora

7- Sweet talk by Saint Motel

8- Strad by C418

9- Oneday by Lovejoy

10- July by American Murder Song

For tags hmm.. @frostios @heliianth @solfinite @maareyas and anyone that wants to do it! :D

#tag game

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echoe-back-from-the-void · 9 months

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Supernatural x Twilight~ Pt.2

(Jasper multi shot)

(I’m sorry for the gif. But this is just so funny to me to write. I’m poisoning you with horrible fanfiction.)

| 1 | two | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

I drove down the road to the hospital and staked the place out. Sneaking inside to steal Dr Cullens schedule. He won’t be getting off for another hour so I waited in his car for him to leave. I waited laying down in the back of the car for him to get off. When he opened the door I held my machete to his neck.

“Vampire.”

“Are you the one my children are worried about.” The doctor asks calmly.

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t associate with fangers. How many are in your nest?”

“Just myself, my wife and children.”

I snort, “fangs don’t have kids. You’re Just monsters that run on blood and hunger.”

“We don’t. We’re different.” I press the blade closer. “We don’t feed off humans. We eat animals. See.” He nods his head to the mirror. His eyes shine a bright golden color. “Our coven are not killers. We hunt the woods. Boar, deer, mountain lion, one of my sons likes bear.” He appeals calmly.

I think it’s the calmness that throws me off. The certainty and softness in the way he speaks. Love for his children and wife. I Slip my thumb along the base of the blade and even as the blood pearls he doesn’t react. I nod and pull my blade back to me. “Must be a good enough vampire to be a doctor.” I concede before opening the door and leaving his vehicle. I hear the window opening behind me and turn my head.

“Will you come after me again?” The doctor asks.

“Not if I don’t have to and I don’t want to.” I run my hand over my face. “I don’t kill unless it threatens human lives or my family.”

I see him nod his head before he backs out of the parking lot and leaves down the stretch of road. Most likely driving home to his nest to inform his wife and then their kids.

I shake my head and scuff my boot. Dean would call me a softie. Technically I should kill the entire coven. They threaten Bella’s life, time and time again in the future. If they become a threat then I will kill them, no different than a case.

I go back to the motel I continued to stay at, reapplying seals and sigils that would prevent any supernatural entry. This is the last straw, I’ll leave in the morning.

Time skip ~~

Due to reasons, which I suspect are foul play, I was again stopped by Chief Swan and escorted back to the school. I figured that I would play along and as soon as he leaves, book it out of this place.

Unfortunately due to what I’ve coined as hunters luck, I was then mobbed by Angela, Jessica and Bella. Like a stampede I was herded into the school and into my classes.

I could feel a ‘Cullen stare’ in every class and it set off every instinct to fight. Durning lunch their stare was increased tenfold and while I was not outwardly affected. Mentally I was a tiger pacing a cage. Ready to rip and tear my way out.

I grit my teeth and angrily bowed my head over my tightly clasped fists. I had lasted this long, I was glad I chose to sit by myself because of what I did next.

Looking around the lunchroom for wayward glances I bent my head down and began praying.

"Castiel, Angel of the lord, Angel of Thursday's and travel. Please get me the fuck out of here or give me guidance." I whispered into my balled fists that were clenched so tightly they turned white. I gave it a minute before I shook my hands and clasped them again. "Gabriel, Lucifer. Or whatever Angel who's got the radio on, I'm calling in a favor. Please!" I said in agitation. I waited for something happen but nothing did. No lightning, ringing bells or shattered glass. “I swear if I make it out of this shit show alive…” I didn’t finish my sentence because Jasper hale turned to me.

His face said confusion while the rest of him was tensed. Chuck, if he didn’t look pretty when he’s confused—I shook my head before glaring and standing to leave. I left the lunchroom and could feel as I was being followed. Under my breath I whispered. “Follow me, and I’ll expose you as what you are. I have nowhere else to run.”

The person continued to follow me but with more slack. I nodded to myself before climbing up to the roof. I knew that just because I was on a roof didn’t mean they couldn’t get me. But that is where I stayed for the remainder of the day. There was a constant feeling of being watched but I ignored it in favor of planning.

I withdrew some knives and the gun I had strapped to myself and began to sharpen and inspect every piece. It was all I could do to keep myself still.

This felt like any regular hunt but more electric. Adrenaline running fast enough to make my heart explode while being so calm I could plan seven different outcomes on a dime. When the bell rang I took that as signal to leave. I easily jumped off the roof and landed into a barrel roll before dusting myself off and making my way to my stolen vehicle. I tried starting the vehicle and was unsurprised when It didn’t start.

Bella came running over to see, “hey is everything alright? Do you need a ride?”

I put on my best easy going smile. “It’s alright. I just gotta Pop the hood and fix it. Happens all the time.” I lied easily.

I pretended to work on my car for the next thirty minutes while cars continued to clear out of the parking lot until it was only me and the Cullens.

I chuffed before turning around and leaning against my car. The short pixie, Alice and Edwardo began to walk toward me from their cars. I rolled my eyes and tilted my head mockingly. “My place or yours?”

Alice seemed to brush off the sarcasm and smiled blindingly. “Wed love for you to join us at our house so we can clear everything up.”

I reached behind me and scratched my head. “Rather not. See I told your coven leader that I would leave you alone. As long as you aren’t a threat to humans or my family. That sounded like a threat, pixie stix” I held the machete infront of me so they would stop their approach. “I’m obviously not being rescued so you know what, I don’t give two helleva shits what you do. I want out this town. Give me back my radiator cap.” I said waving the blade nonchalant.

“Emmet.” Edwardo said and soon the tall one had broken my machete. I looked between the broken blade and the lumbering giant before snarling.

“You son of a bitch!” I growled out, I could feel my adreniline spike before I lunged for him. Grappling him to the ground as we began to fight. I punched his torso while grabbing his arm and pulling him so he would roll over my back. I felt something crack in his arm and I held my foot over his throat when he was laying flat on the ground. The fight stalled before he pushed my foot off and we began to fight again. He picked me up and threw me. I stoped my fall by landing on all fours. Before I could lunge for him again I was held back by another pair of arms. I looked behind me to glance short golden hair.

“Let me go cowboy!” I growled while struggling. I could feel him falter before holding me tighter.

“Our family just wants to talk, Ma’am.” He responded in a unused voice, Texan accent thick.

“Yeah right, heard that shit before! I don’t care what you fuckers do to this town!” My adrenaline began to falter and I sank in his arms. “I just wanna go home. This game isn’t funny anymore.” I whined.

I was then led into a car with cowboy, emmet and Rosalie. I sat with my head back in the seat as I just drifted in my depression. We got to their home in under two minutes which didn’t surprise me at the speed they drove.

Jasper held my arm as he led me into the house where I was greeted by a smiling auburn woman. “Hello, I’m their mother Esme.”

Not outwardly responding I bowed my head lightly in greeting. I was led further into the house to a living room and asked to sit. I didn’t fight, I had lost all fight. I sat on the couch with my legs apart while I sank back and let my head rest over the back so I could examine the ceiling.

“Would you like anything to eat or drink?” Esme asked politely.

“Nothing against your hospitality but no thank you.” I said monotonously.

I did not talk no matter how they tried to coerce me. They don’t seem the type for torture and so I waited for their maker. Strangely, the cowboy, Jasper. Continued to sit beside me.

Everyone jumped to attention listening to the sound of the Good Doctor’s car and then the clinking as he unlocked the front door and then entered the living room.

I rolled my head to face forward and leaned over my knees to address him. “Good evening doctor Drac.” I said sarcastically.

“I really prefer Carlisle.” He said smoothly.

“I really don’t care. Due to interference I’m still stuck here. I could’ve been gone by morning but someone sent a Smokey after me.”

“I wanted to talk to you again.”

“I didn’t.”

“My family and I want to make it clear we are not a threat to humans. We can coexist peacefully.”

I waved my hand for him to stop. “Look Nosferatu, I don’t care. I’ve let fangers go before. There was a woman, Lenore, her coven fed on cows blood. We let her and her coven leave.” Under my breath I mumbled, “tried to.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rosalie asked venomously.

“Was another hunter. Had it out for all fangs, kidnapped her and tempted her with blood. At first she was bloodthirsty before she began to reject it. Fucker killed her anyway, nothing me or my brothers could’ve done.”

“Are these the same brothers you call everyday before school? Sam and Dean?” Alice spoke up.

I jumped up ready to fight her when jaspers arm came across my midsection and pulled me down again.

“She meant no offense.” He said softly when he had me seated again. Calmness began to blanket me in a way that made me angry.

“Don’t patronize me, cowboy.” I said heatedly.

“Earlier you said you didn’t want to play this game anymore? What game?” Edwardo asked taking my attention away from Jasper.

I chuffed before turning to the coven leader, “got any whiskey?”

“Aren’t you…”

“I’m 22, yeah, I look 16 going on 17. I just went with it when the cop picked me up. Wasn’t gonna waste my fake IDs on some Smokey.” I said cutting him off. In a flash he was back with a glass of whiskey. I kindly accepted it before throwing it back without pause. “Better than any dive bar.” I rolled my neck as I felt it kicking in. A sudden feeling of trust and family began to bleed into the blanket calmness. I turn to the person in question. “Don’t toy with my emotions, I know what your doing.”

I turned back to the doctor. “Want the beginning beginning or just cliff notes?”

“The beginning please.”

“I was born in a family of two hunters, in a world unlike your own. Monsters roam the earth, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, djinn, wendigos, skin walkers.” I paused.

“I wasn’t raised like the other kids, most hunters have a kid and wanna settle down, leave that life. Bout as easy as leaving the mafia. My parents didn’t want to settle down. I was raised from the age of four to carry a gun with silver shells and rock salt rounds, a blade and holy water. I had exorcisms and monster research for bedtime stories. I killed my first ghost at five.” I said proudly. “Like I said the life was hard to leave but having a kid with you just makes you a bigger target. They died in a werewolf attack around 8 and I went on to bounce around with other hunters until I started going solo around 14. Nothing to big, I looked pretty young so I couldn’t really do the whole, ‘I’m a cop, tell me everything’. Just went and killed things, helping people. Met the Winchesters after Dean got out of hell. Went for sellin his soul for Sammy. I’d join them on a couple hunts and met some of their big Bads.” I smiled widely. “Some of em didn’t like me too much. Crowley, the king of hell, oooh we have fun. Shot me in the shoulder, got em back some.”

“There was Gabriel, of course at the time he was under witness protection as Loki. He likes games, made us relive the same day over and over and over again while dean died over and over. A real Groundhog Day. Then put us all in a rolling commercial. Archangel’s got juice to create separate realities and stuff. But I think we’re on truce with him.”

“Archangel, hell? Like the hell?” Carlisle asked in confusion.

“H-e-double hockey stix, doc. All real, never been of course. And the angels are real too, great bag of dicks with wings, cept Cas. Castiel pulled dean out of the pit, of course that started the apocalypse; but semantics ya know. Then there was Lucifer rising.”

“You called out to him and them in the cafeteria?” Alice asked.

“I’m tired of their games. I want to go home. I want out of this warped reality! I want—my brothers.” I said defeatedly. “We were on a ghoul hunt, nasty bitches, and we had just finished and were walking to baby, my brothers car, when I’m no longer with them. I’m on the road outside your town and I just keep walking. I call every number! And I get nothing! I thought I was just on the other side of the country. I tell myself; they’ll come for me. And if this is some kidnapping then I can wait to find my captor, I can play along. My brothers will come find me.” I end softly.

“If it was Crowley, he’d have come to gloat by now or play cards at least. If it was Loki there would be more candy and mischief. That leaves dear old Satan. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s held me captive.”

“Why do you keep saying that? Held you captive. Your not captive. Your.” Edward asked.

“Your missing the best part, edweird, this is a prison world. You all are characters from a book series geared toward young adults. The love story of Edward and Bella.” I say laughingly before sobering up. “Never read the damn books, was too busy. Dean saw the movies because some chick made him watch it.” I snorted. “Didn’t realize I was even in the book until you stopped Bella’s car. I was so pissed! Me in some pansy ass vampire romance novel. Fucking shoot me.” I snarled the last sentence. I looked disapprovingly at the empty glass and regretted shooting it back. “Can I have more?”

Esme looked disapprovingly but Carlisle did refill my glass. I tipped it toward the matriarch. “I promise you I’m not getting sloshed off two glasses, no matter how old it is.” I sipped the glass in appreciation.

“You called us fangs, and fangers?” Jasper said from beside me. His family continually watched him when he would move or shift. Wincing when he had pulled me back down earlier.

“Ya know, fangers, vampires?” I put my fingers over my mouth in mock fangs. “Fangs.”

He showed no outward reaction so I leaned over and lifted the corner of his lip. I blinked in confusion, when I lifted higher and did it see the cavity where the teeth extended from. “Say ah and hold this.” I handed him my whiskey and put my finger further in his mouth, poking and prodding for fangs. I pulled back in disbelief. “Seriously?! What kind of vampire hadn’t got fangs?! That’s inconvenient as all hell! So what you just slurpy the vein?” I fell back into the couch and gazing at the ceiling and grumbled. “I fucking hate twilight.”

I turn to the doctor, he had a tense expression and was watching Jasper out the corner of his eyes. “What?”

“It’s Just, Jasper is the newest to our diet and—“

“You think he’ll attack me?” I snorted. “I’d put cowboy on his ass.”

“She could, Carlisle.” Emmet said before shows casing his arm that had spiderwebbing cracks running through it. “She can crack us.”

“Wicked.” I said nonchalantly.

“Not wicked, you shouldn’t be able to do that!” Rosalie argued. “We should kill her and be done with it.”

“Come at me grease monkey.” I threatened.

Again Jasper distracted me by handing me back my glass and trying to calm me with his ability. I began to explain myself “In my world, you don’t crack, the only way to kill a fang is to behead them, preferably with a machete. You broke my machete so I said fuck it and started fighting. Not first time I’ve been out of options.” I sipped the drink again. “No matter what happens on a hunt, you don’t give up until the monster is dead. Too many good hunters get caught and killed by the things we hunt. It’s a cycle. As many hunters die, new hunters are born. Some because they seen the things that go bump and others who just want answers.”

Alice perked up and flounced toward me making me tense. “You said your brother had watched the movies. So that means you know what happens next.”

“I know you got some royalty, I’d compare that to the alpha vampire. I know Bella and edweird get together, married, have a kid. Something is going down with the natives, you got beef with them. There’s a war, two actually. One against newborns and another against the royals, but dean said It was a premonition and then there was no war.” I rubbed my forehead. “I didn’t pay attention he would just keep talking about the chick and her—” I shook my head and leaned back “never mind.”

“We aren’t real?” Jasper asked in confusion.

“You are, that’s the wonder of the multiverse theory. Every story is another world, with its own rules. Your reality is as real as mine. This isn’t some fever dream, I really am in another reality, it’s not impossible, told you that archangel’s have the juice for things like that.” I swirled the liquid in the glass as I thought over my next words. “I’ve been here a month, I laid low, I stayed put. I prayed for fuck sake. If I make it out of here I’m gonna shoot chuck, that’d be nice.”

“Chuck?”

“God. Ya know big G.” I snorted and took a deep gulp of the amber liquid that tasted like honey. “God is a disappoint, if any of you were praying when you were alive, then you were wasting breath.” I chuckled to myself as I held my hand over my mouth to muffle my amusement. “God left after the first ‘pocalypse, couldn’t stand the fighting. God’s been absent since the beginning.” I said sardonically.

“You’ve met god?” Edward said with extreme skepticism.

“Met him? We thought he was a fucking prophet!! He was masquerading as a man named Chuck Shurly while he wrote books about my brothers. Dean was pissed when he found out that every little thing they did was being written for the masses. Their blood shed and pain were broadcast and mocked! My brothers ain’t perfect but for someone to write down their darkest moments like that—” I ran my hand over my face. “Chuck is lucky to have his head.” I said darkly.

“Your world, do you know how to get back?” Carlisle asked.

“I might. Go back to the source. Look for markings or any disturbances.” I looked outside the numerous windows to find it was already dark. “That can wait for tomorrow. For now I just wanna go back to my motel and watch reruns of M*A*S*H while I paint my tonsils.” I stood up and tipped back the last of my drink before setting it on the table and approaching Rosalie. “I’d like my radiator cap back?” I said holding out my hand.

“How do you know I took it?” She sneered.

“I know a grease monkey when I see em.” I answered and then the cap was back in my hand. “Thanks.”

“Will you be leaving town?” Jasper asked as he sped to my side.

“Don’t see how I can. I see you as much as you see me. We are at an impasse. Your coven is not a threat to me and I’m not a threat to you. But you wouldn’t let me leave even if I wanted too. I say I’ll keep your secret but you have no reason to trust me.”

“So, you will be staying?” Jasper asked again.

“For the time being. Cmon cowboy, you’re driving me back to my car.” I said pulling his collar as I walked.

“That might not be the best idea. Jasper—” Carlisle began.

“I’m fine.” Jasper added quickly and his hand hovered behind me, not quite touching as he led me out the door.

His hand never came in contact with my back even as he led me to the car and opened my door. Soon we were barreling down the dirt road and back to the school.

I had my hand on the door and he was already opening it from the other side. “Charming.” I said sarcastically. “I always knew Chivalry was dead.” I joked and he quirked a smile.

I walked to my car and popped the hood and began to maneuver the cap back on. I had expected him to excuse himself and leave but he didn’t. He stood beside my hood as he watched me work with rapt attention. “It’s Not like it’ll blow up.” I said raising my eyebrow at his strange behavior.

“You know what your doing.” He explained.

“Course I do. Dean would have a fit if my car wasn’t in tip too shape. Keeps his the same too, he drives a 1967 Chevy Impala. Badest car ever. When I first joined em he would show me how to tune up a car because he wanted me to get my own. Found a Chevrolet chevelle and he helped me fix it up till it was road ready. Sammy doesn’t like old cars as much, so Dean was always happy to show me how to fix them and make them new again. It was—is my favorite memory of my brothers.” I paused before backing up. “Move your hands.” Was the only warning I gave the vampire before I shut the hood.

I walked to the driver door and started the engine with a smile. “She may be stolen but that’s no excuse to neglect her.” I turned to the cowboy who had continued to keep me company. I pondered the actions he took today and recently. While I did feel an attraction to the honey haired male I did not feel ambition to per-sue such novelty. I closed my driver side door and he walked closer to my open window to talk more.

“Could I accompany you to your lodgings?” He asked with a near pout.

“Lodgings? Cowboy I’m going to a bar before I go home. Unless you want to buy my whiskey, go home.” I said thinking he would back down.

Instead he chose to flash to my passenger side and open the door. “You vampires are unbelievable.” I muttered before putting the truck in gear.

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