#bitch you're not standing up against any fuckin trees

[elliefuckinwilliams]

How each Abby fucks you <33

- nsfw, dom!abby, sub!abby

n/a: abby version!! lemme know what you think! and if i should write anything else!

jackson!abby

◇ can barely focus on you

◇ can't carry around a strap so uses her fingers

◇ uneven strokes, focused on joel but still trying and failing to be good for you

◇ if yall actually want to fuck you have to hide and be quiet from the whole group

◇ you ride her thigh half asleep, with the entire wlf in the same room just trying to get off

◇ sleepy moans:( quiet moans:(((

◇ "does that feel good baby? yeah? you need to cum we got a long day tomorrow."

seattle!abby

◇ literally fucks you absolutely stupid

◇ she's no longer focused on joel so she can fuck you how you deserve

◇ strap is black and hitting your gspot

◇ she won't get off of you, she'll wake you up wit head

◇ when you first get back she fucks you from sun up to sun down, everyone is wondering where yall are for days and manny just misses his bed

◇ she's just so happy to be able to fuck you without owen sleeping 5ft away

◇"fuuuck you're soaked baby i missed this pussy so much you have no fucking idea."

after seattle!abby

◇ a lot less privacy now that abby's adopted son lev is always around yall make it work

◇ a lot of quickies

◇she fucks you up against a wall (or tree or table or whatever standing structure she can find) and muffles her moans into your neck

◇she was really worried about the girl that killed all her friends and couldn't perform until she knew she wouldn't come for you, lev and you are all she has left:((((

◇ she reminds you that she loves you while she's knuckles deep into your pussy

◇ "i love you-i love you baby, need you to know that."

santabarbara! abby

◇ umm the bitch is tied tf up on a pole fuck yall finna get up to?!?!?

epilogue!abby

◇ literally fucks you like you're gonna disappear any second

◇ kiss all over your face, tears in her eyes

◇ she makes you look at her while you cum

◇ she lets you top because it lets her finally relax and she fuckin loves it

◇ the whinnest sub! always in tears and begging

◇ lots of thank yous

◇ you fuck her wit the strap and she can't believe how good it feels

◇she can barely talk its just a lot of fucked out muttering and moans

◇"you- fu- it fe-els so-o good, oh my god ohmygod can i please cum baby please-please."

the end<33

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@evelynscoffin

[samantha-rae-velcher]

"She's mine."

Mully x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Violence, smut, swearing, a fight ensues.

A/n: 18+ Minors DNI, thank you ❤️! But as always I need to tag one of my all time favorite people!

Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan

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Y/n was sitting next to Juicy while him and Josh went against each other in a game of Uno. She took a swig of her sprite and glanced up at Mully, whom was standing next Josh glaring at someone behind her and Juicy.

She shrugged it off and kept watching until she felt a hand touch her shoulder, Y/n turned expecting to see Cray, or Narrator, or Lannan. But that wasn't the case, it was some random dude who looked like he snuck into the party. He smiled and winked at her, she was severely uncomfortable. Eliot wrapped his arm around the guys shoulder, it calmed her nerves a bit that one of her friends knew him. Y/n turned back to the game, she felt the man gently rub her shoulder with his thumb. Y/n looked up at Mully, he wasn't glaring, he wasn't smiling, his eyes were ice cold. Mully was staring daggers into the man that had Y/n in his grip. She looked over to her right and saw Narrator and Eddie glancing between the two men.

"Man! I gotta piss!" Y/n announced, she looked over at narrator and winked. He nodded and got ready to get in between Mully and the random guy.

Y/n got up and began heading back to Josh's house, she nearly made it inside but the guy grabbed her wrist. Mully started to walk over, Eddie and narrator pushed through the crowd of drunk people to catch up to him.

"Y/n." The guy said, she was so freaked out. His mother definitely slapped him with the ugly stick.

"Yes?"

"I was watching you."

"Dawg." She said. "You had an iron grip on my fuckin shoulder. Let go of my fuckin arm."

Y/n tried to pull away but his hold tightened, a creepy ass smile spread over his face and he pulled her closer.

"Yo, you get any closer mother fucker, and I'm gonna beat your fuckin ass!" Her American accent really showing as she yelled.

The guy was yanked away by the back of his t-shirt, he hit the ground and cried out as he was scratched up by the brick patio. Mully grabbed him by the front of his shirt and picked him up, landing a punch square to his jaw.

Eddie and Narrator finally got through the crowd of people and ran to Mull, the grabbed him by the arms trying to pull him back, but he pushed them to the ground.

The Uno game stopped and a large portion of the guests gathered around to watch Mully beat the living shit out of this dude.

Blood ran from the guys nose as Mully kept punching him, Y/n ran up and grabbed his arm.

"Josh!" Mull yelled. "Keep her back!"

Josh ran over and wrapped his arms around her waist and held her back.

"Baby, Stop! You're gonna kill the fucker!"

Mully didn't listen he kept going at it, all that could be heard was Y/n yelling for him to stop and the sound of Mully's fist colliding with the rando's cheek bone.

He finally stopped, Mull pulled the dude up by the front of his shirt and brought him close to his face.

"You ever touch her again, you dumb cunt. I'll fuckin kill ya, you hear me? She's mine!"

Mully didn't wait for an answer, he just walked away towards Y/n. He took her hand and headed for their car.

"Get in, this is bullshit." He said.

Y/n got in the passengers side and leaned her head against the cold window. As they began driving back to their hotel, she could hear the music from the party getting further and further away.

"The nerve of that guy." He bitched.

"I know, he just fuckin grabbed me."

"Did he hurt you?"

Y/n just shook her head in response.

"You sure? Cuz if he hurt you I will find out, and me, Josh, and the rest of the boys will go beat the fuck out if him, Again!"

"I'm fine."

The drive was quiet half way back, Y/n just watched out the window, the world around them was too dark for her to see the trees on the other side of the glass. She was about to doze off when she heard...

"Who do you belong to, baby girl?"

Y/n looked over at him, he had a straight face.

"Y-you, Mully."

She felt the car swerve, he pulled to the side of the road and threw the car in park. Y/n glanced at him again.

"Come here." He said, while rubbing his thigh.

Y/n pulled herself over to his side of the car, she sat on his lap and connected her lips with his. Mull gripped her hips and brought her closer, he slowly started grinding her against him.

Y/n let out a soft moan as she felt the friction of his thigh be between her legs. She tangled her fingers in his hair and began kissing his neck. Y/n pulled his cock from his pants and slowly rubbed it, Mully laid his head back and let out a stressed sigh.

Y/n held onto his shoulder for support, grinding on his thigh.

"Fuckin hell, baby girl. Look at you, being so good for Daddy." He whispered in her ear.

Y/n leaned forward and rested her head against his shoulder.

"Mmm." She moaned as her movements started to grow weak.

"What's the matter? You gonna cum?"

Y/n nodded and started rubbing the tip of his cock, he slowly thrusted up into her hand and slid his hand past the waist band of her pants and gently made circles against her clit. Mully smiled as Y/n gasped, he kissed her neck and continued thrusting into her palm.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl. Tighten your grip."

She did as commanded, Mully began to quicken his pace with rubbing her clit. Y/n bit his shoulder as she felt her muscles tighten, she took his blue jacket (From theboys.store) in a tight hold and released down his hand.

Mully smiled and pulled her closer, y/n moved her hand once more against his cock, she slowly kissed him, Mully moaned as they tangled their tongues together.

"Don't stop." He groaned, Mull could feel his orgasm about to pull up in a white Lambo.

"I'm cumming." Mully laid his head back against the seat. "Shit, ah fuck."

Y/n smiled as she felt the heat of his cum on her thigh, Mully's chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. They sat there for a few moments before his phone started ringing. The two looked down at his cell in the cup holder, the caller ID read "DubDaddy"

Mully picked up the phone, answering it.

"What, cunt?"

"Hey, you guys make it to your hotel alright?" He asked.

"We aren't home yet."

"Oh! So you're still driving?"

"Nah, mate."

"What? Did you guys stop for a jizz fest on the way back?"

"Fuck off, man."

Mully could hear Juicy's laugh come from Josh's side of the phone.

"Alright, cunt. I'm hanging up."

He shut that shit down and pulled Y/n to him again, he started unbuttoning her jeans and kissing her neck.

"We're going again?" She asked.

"What? You thought we were done?"

THE END ❤️

[caraleedixon]

Meeting for the very first time

The bombing of Atlanta~

Cara woke up to the sounds of screaming and panic, she was on the ground level of the Super 8 in Atlanta, Georgia. The nineteen year old was on break from the Police Academy and was on vacation with some of her friends. Cara got out of bed and peeked out the window, wondering if it was actually bad. What she saw scared her nearly to death, and if she hadn't been a sheriff's daughter probably would have rooted her to the spot. However, Caralee Grimes was a strong willed cop in training. She knew how to handle herself, Cara looked down at her nightside table when she saw the light; Cara picked it up as she began to pack up somethings and grabbing her twin desert eagles. "Mom, not a good time... somethin's going on in Atlanta..."

"Caralee, listen to me.. Its not just Atlanta.. Shane says that their going to bomb the big cities to try to control it.. you HAVE to get out of there" Came Laurie Grimes's voice, Cara bit her lip.

"Alright Mom, I gotta go then.. I gotta find--"

"I don't care about them, get your ass out of Atlanta, now Bug" Came Shane's aggressive voice. She rolled her eyes but sighed.

"Fine... but If I see them--"

"Bug, the dead have risen and are eatin' people... DO NOT put yourself in anymore danger then necessary" He told her sternly, "Meet us outside the city, the billboard, you know the one" Cara looked shocked as the line went dead. She grabbed her bag, putting one of her desert eagles in the holster and the other in her hand as she opened the door.

Dead bodies were strewn outside, monstrous looking people eating screaming humans. Cara centered herself as she made her way cautiously through the parking lot to her truck, keeping an eye out for any of her friends. She jumped in her truck and started it up, wincing at how loud it was. "Goddamn it, I told Shane to look at that before I left" She cursed before slamming the truck into reverse and peeling out of the parking lot. She stopped short as the headlights fell on Kevin, the kid who she had known her entire life, laying lifeless on the street in front of her being eaten. She shook her head and peeled away out of the city, she had only been able to get down a couple alleys before being stopped again because of traffic. "SHIT!" She screamed as she turned off her truck and grabbed her bag and gun again.

~~~

How many hours had passed since her phone call with her mother and Shane? Were they even still alive? Cara walked through the woods at the edge of Atlanta, the bombs had dropped soon after she had left the city and she was nearly out of bullets now. The dead just had kept coming and coming until she had realized to aim for the head. Cara leaned against a tree, trying to catch her breath and calm down. The burnet heard a snapping of a twig and raised her gun at the ready once more, she checked her bullets. "Three" She said aloud, cursing under her breath. "I better make 'em count" She said, reaching down and grabbing her boui knife out of her boot. Her legs were all cut up from running through the woods at night, She was still in her pajamas, a sweater tattered around her shoulders.

Pop

She shot the first walker in front of her, dead between the eyes.

Pop

The second one fell on top of the first. She aimed at the third walker and pulled the trigger before groaning as the shot missed. "FUCK" She put her gun back in the holster as she pulled her knife up, it wasn't ideal, she didn't want to get that close to the walker in front of her but now she had no chose. She took a couple steps forward towards the undead woman in front of her before stopping short.

"Missy?" She said, her arms becoming slack. "God.. Missy how did they get you?" She asked, tears threatening to finally burst as she saw her best friend limping and dead coming towards her. "Missy, Missy you gotta stop.. come on please.. Missy it's me.. It's Cara" She said before;

Swish

An arrow appeared in Missy's left eye.

"Are you fuckin' crazy?" Came a gruff voice as Missy fell to the ground. "You can't reason with these fuckers lil' girl" Cara looked up from her best friend on the ground to see a Redneck with a cross bow. "Are ya alright?" He asked, looking her up and down. "Those gashes are they from the dead?" He asked, lowering his compact bow and taking a step towards her.

"What? No... I've been running through the woods from Atlanta since ten o'clock" She said looking down and finally seeing all the gashes. Cara looked back up at him as he walked closer. "Look, Redneck, I'm tryin' to find the billboard by the Quarry... am I any where close?" She asked slowly, realizing how tall the man was and blushing deeply.

"My groups there now, its about a days walk from here.. You good to walk?" He asked her as her eyes lit up, the girl picked up her bag and nodded.

"I'm more then ready.. my family should be there... at least my mom and brother" She said, "And my Daddy's best friend" She told him as she started to follow him. "Thanks by the way, I know I can't reason with the dead but... Missy and I go back to pre-K... I just couldn't believe that she was dead"

"I get it.. but ya gotta be careful, Sunshine" The Redneck said smirking, "By the way... I'm Daryl Dixon... and that.." The handsome man pointed to a burley guy appearing behind a tree. "Is Merle, my big brother" He said as Merle leered at her.

"Well hey Sugar Tits, did my brother be your knight in shinin' armor?" He asked. Cara raised an eyebrow as Daryl spoke.

"Knock it off Merle" He growled at him, "Leave the girl alone" He took a step closer to Cara protectively. It seemed Daryl knew something about his brother that Cara didn't, but Cara didn't mind the handsome redneck's perfection.

The three walked in silence for a bit before Merle raised an eyebrow, "So, do ya always go around in booty shorts sugar tits?" He asked, Cara stopped in her tracks, her hand going slack on her bag before she turned to face the burly man.

"I do when I was asleep when all this shit starts" She said, "Didn't have much time to change runnin' for my life and didn't realize I would be walking with sexist mcGee trying to find my family" She said, her arms crossed as she glared at him. Out of the corner of her eye, Cara could have sworn that she saw a smirk play on Daryl's lip before it went back to his normal glare. "Call me Sugar Tits one more time, and we'll see whose really made of sugar" Cara said, before starting to walk again. She could feel eyes on the back of her thighs but couldn't tell whose eyes they were. Daryl caught up with her a few minutes later, pointing up the ridge.

"Our camp is just up there, hope you find your family among us... sorry about Merle by the way he can be--" Cara shook her head as she glanced back at Merle who seemed to sulking a few paces behind them.

"Don't even worry about it... I've dealt with worse.. my father was the sheriff of King's County" She said shrugging, "I did a few volunteer days down there and had much worse thrown at me..."

Daryl raised an eyebrow, before squinting at her slightly. "You a cop too?" He asked sounding... off.

"Was plannin' on it before the world went to shit." She said shrugging, "It's in my blood, my daddy was the Sherriff, so was my Granddaddy and his before that" She said looking up at him, "Look, I don't care 'bout any of that now.. I never had what you'd call a strong moral compass.. you saved my life Redneck, If you think that something that happened before that means anything to me... think again"

Daryl's lips turned up at the corners before the smile disappeared as Merle walked past them. "Can we just get back to camp lovebirds? I'm starvin' and wanna drop the bitch off" Daryl growled at him.

"Leave her alone Merle"

~~The next day~~

Cara woke up and sat up shivering, she pulled her bag around to her before realizing that Daryl was sleeping right next to her. That was when she remembered, during the night Merle had followed her when she had left to pee and Daryl had come to her rescue yet again and slept next to her. She smiled gently before grabbing out her jeans, she went behind a tree and shimmied out of her pj shorts before starting to pull on her jeans.

"Well well, that lily white ass is hot sugar tits" Came Merle's voice, Cara stopped short before looking behind her and seeing Merle standing up against a tree watching her. "Why dontcha loose those jeans and pretty panties and I'll show you something that my baby brother couldn't fathom to do" Cara opened her mouth to speak before Merle was inches from her. "Come on baby take 'em off" Cara reeled back and punched the man hard. She was stronger then most girls for her stature but compared to the big idiot in front of her, she was no match. "You little BITCH!" Merle yelled before punching her right back across the jaw. "I'll teach you to hit me you--" Cara looked up holding her searing jaw. Daryl was straddling Merle beating the shit out of him.

"I told you last night to stay the hell away from her.. Now you go and punch her?!" He growled as he continued to punch his older brother.

"Alright alright UNCLE" Merle said, after he himself got a few shots in, but Daryl was angrier he had won the fight. Daryl rolled off his brother before walking slowly up to Cara and taking a look at her jaw.

"You're gonna have a bruise.. sorry about that" He said slowly as he helped her up. "Are you alright?" He asked looking down at her, Cara nodded as she smiled slightly. "What?"

"I think this is the start of somethin'..." She said smiling at him. "Thats the third time in the past twenty-four hours that you've come to my rescue" She looked up at him, Daryl chuckled.

"Always.. if you stay with me... I mean my group... I'll always come to your rescue" He said gruffly, rubbing the back of his neck.

~~~~CAMP~~~~

Daryl had sent Merle on ahead as him and Cara walked up the trail to Daryl's camp. Daryl waved at an older gentleman on top of the RV.

"Whose the young lady?" The man asked as Cara looked up at him.

"I'm Cara... Cara Grimes..." She said, "I'm lookin' for my mom and my brother Carl... and Shane... Have you heard of them or--" Her eyes glanced around as she heard an intake of breath.

-"Lee-Lee??" Came her baby brother's voice, she went around the RV before taking off as her little brother did the same. Cara grabbed Carl and hugged him to him. The tears that she had been holding back for a day and a half burst through the damn as she fell to her knees still holding her brother.

"Carl... Carl you're alive" She repeated over and over, after a few minutes of the brother and sister hugging each other and refusing to let go. Cara heard a voice above her;

"Caralee... we thought" She looked up and found her mother looking down at her.

"Sorry it took me so long mom... I.. I got lost.. Daryl saved my life and...--" Shane appeared next to her mother, a bit to close for her liking but she gulped it down as she let her brother go slowly.

"Dixon saved your life? Damn" he said looking behind you and nodding at Daryl. "Thanks man, this kids like a daughter to me."

Cara rolled her eyes, "I'm not a kid, if I was I wouldn't have made it out of the city before the bombs dropped." She said before looking around. "Where's... Mom where's dad?" She asked. Carl looked down as Cara looked at him. "No... don't.." Daryl took a step towards her. "IS he..." Carl nodded.

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[dsmadmin]

#MarkOfCain

Written By @DeanWinchester_ @KingOfHell_DSM & @AngelicOperator

The air cold around his lifeless body, encased in darkness. Silence and peace for one rare moment. He'd sought relief from the constant pain knowing he'd gave everything he had left to flee it. A red glow slowly lit the tomb his flesh burning as the demanded payment. Moments later he took a breath, eyes opened looking inhuman. Black and lifeless orbs had replaced the hazel irises. Lifting his right hand to peer at the burning mark. He was closed inside something, putting his hands against the stone cover he shoved hard to the left and sent the stone slab hurling off and hitting hard floor cracking down the middle. Sitting up he pulled the gauze away and climbed out of the coffin. Cracking his neck he looked around adjusting to this void of feeling. There was no pain just quiet. @KingOfHell_DSM

Crowley - •Crowley sat on his throne. Demon after demon complaining about something. Lucifer was out, doing hell knows what. But it played his favor. He could run Hell as he saw fit. It was what he wanted. To command and hold onto the power of the tortured souls of Hell. At this moment. He feared nothing, sure there were things that could kill him. But when his plan falls into place. It will be hard to take him out.

A smirk spread across his lips.* And there it is. What I was waiting for. *The mark of Cain had been a perfect plan. He just had to wait. And it looked like he didn’t have to wait long. With the power of his mind he called.* Come home.

Colt - -Instinctively he disappeared from the cavern and reappeared in hell's throne room. Black eyes focused on Crowley not even acknowledging the demons in the room.-

Crowley - Well..well...Colt Winchester. You surprise me. Already got yourself killed. •he chuckled and stood from his throne.• Leave us. •he ordered the other demons away. They bowed and left the room.• You have made my day I must say. •he walked down to him, standing before him. Oh his plan was falling into place. The key piece had always been Colt Winchester. And now he had him. And he wouldn’t let him go.• Follow me, I have something for you. •he walked around him and to the door. Opening it and stepping out.• I do believe you’ll love this gift. The mark is nothing without it. •hands placed behind his back. He walked through the halls of Hell. To the room where all relics are held. Stepping inside he looked through the mess of relics for the first blade.•

Colt- No speaking he turned and obediently followed, the demons they passed moved the fuck bad whispering to themselves. The torches flickered lighting the way of what seemed to be an endless corridor. Walking in behind Crowley he stood watching, recognizing a few items laying around from the many years of hunting. Lucifer came to mind for a split second but he didn't care anymore so he didn't ask if the angel had returned yet.

Crowley - The first blade laid in a box with magical ruins, that only Crowley could open. When he found it, he wasn’t about to let it just lay around. He whispered words of magic. The box, glowed a deathly black and purple. Lifting the lid, there nestled in a blood red cushion was the

first blade. Made from the bone of a donkey’s jaw. Cain had once held it. And now, now it was for the mark bearer. He gripped it, pulling it from the box. Turning he walked back to Colt.• This is what you will use. You will find it will suit you. •offering it to Colt.• Now, you will get to see some very dear people. •chuckling• Oh to see their faces. You, Colt Winchester, are you to bathe in blood. Even the blood of your family. Unless of course they play nicely.

Colt - Keen eyes never left the demon, taking hold of the gruesome looking blade he felt a surge of power. But more prevalent was the desire to kill. The mention of “family” made him look back up at Crowley his face stoic. A dead man has no family.

Crowley - It much of a talker are you? •chuckles, oh it would priceless to see the faces of his family. When the time came.• Let us first leave a little mark on the world. •motioning him to follow.• There is a prophet. That is highly guarded. He has been such a throne in my side. he lives in New Orleans. Care to have a little fun? •smirks• We will go and find him. You, •points to him.• Are going to kill him, in the bloodiest way possible.

Colt - Falling into step beside him.- I’d be happy to oblige. What makes him hard to find? Is he hidden with magic?

Crowley - •nods as the walk back to throne room.• Yes, strong magic that most demons can’t get through. But you, are different from all other demons. He has a family, they will have to be killed as well. Don’t need them running off and telling now do we? You have to brake the through the wards. I might suspect that hunters might be guarding him as well. Those are another pain in my ass. If there are any there. Take them out as well. It will get back to the other hunters in time.

Colt - No witnesses. Understood.

Crowley - nods, with a smirk. Oh this was going to perfect. Getting back to the throne room. He picked up a file, handing it to Colt.• Here is what was able to be gathered on him. •it was a small thin file.• James Conrad, 38. New Orleans, LA. I’ve explained what I know. He lives just outside the city. Once you’re caught up. We will leave.

Colt - Colt listened but didn’t really give a shit. He could finally breathe without some bullshit theatrics. When emotions aren’t a factor anymore life becomes crystal fucking clear. He’d been an idiot for looking for Jake all these years. He’d been an idiot holding on to hope their family would be fixed or atleast somewhat together. Never again would he bother with him or his bullshit. He was beyond done. Maybe a little guilt was left getting Qhuinn involved. Although Qhuinn hadn’t taken no for an answer either, so the guilt wasn’t just his to bear. He disappeared only to reappear with Crowley outside the “prophets” home. As he let go of the shit from his human life he concentrated on the job in front of him. Clutching the blade he looked at the property. Head tilting to the side as he listened and felt the power radiating off the angels on the property.- There’s three. I’ll be back. -With that he tried to materialize right inside the house but they’d put up wards. He tried to push through the invisible wall but it made little difference. So he put his blade away and disappeared, this time he reappeared and held a woman he’d grabbed from the sidewalk in town.- Here little piggy... come out, come out wherever you are! -Colt held the blade to the bitches throat.- Come on you chicken shit douchebags, I’m gonna cut her throat and continue to cut throats till you assholes come out and we handle this face to face... -The woman struggled against his grasp, whimpering and completely fucking pathetic. He wanted to tell her she was absolutely freaking ridiculous but theatrics...- Five! Four! -The woman screamed begging to be let go. - Three! -A high pitched sound rang in Colt’s ears and thrill went down his spine. The blade ran across her throat and blood sprayed from her carotid artery.- Whoops, my bad! You guys really should come on out! She looks like a fish out of water! God doesn’t care and the angels are dick bags... -The woman dropped to the ground trying to stop the blood but to late because her heart was pumping faster now and the crimson spray was relieving her of the vital fluid. Colt listened, to her last gasps.- To late! I can do this all week! -Poofs, this time the local pastor.- Pastor, do you believe in god? Angels? -His eyes black as midnight.- “I do. Let me pray for, God can help you.” -Colt laughed with no true emotion at all.- Sorry, that boat has sailed. You’re going to die by my hand if the angels don’t appear. If they appear I et you go, if they don’t I’m going to use your intestines for early Christmas decorations on this tree right here.

Ethan - -Ethan had heard rumors that Colt had now become a full fledged demon and now he knows it’s true.

With a soft fluttering of wings, he appears a few feet away from him and a man begging for his life. There is a small trip of blood running *trail down the mans neck where the first blade had made a nick in his skin.-

Colt! Put that down! What has happened to you?

-Ethans voice is commanding and firm, although he is falling apart inside.-

Colt - Ohhh fuckin' heaven does have a sense of humor. -Pat's the pastor on top of the head and shoves him away.- This isn't your fight big guy... and I'd -Starting to circle Ethan.- take a fuckin' vacation for awhile. Consider it some good advice from an old friend. -Jerks a thumb towards the house.- See some of your kin is inside and they're pissing me off. I have a job to do. So bug out or tell the rest of them to hand over the prophet... but either way I'm going to kill them all. If they cooperate I promise to make it fast and painless if not... I'm k ill em' -voice-changing to a more demonic tone.- slowly. I like the screams... I hope they fight back. -Smirks-

Ethan - -Ethan glances over at the pastor who is making a fast getaway, running down the street. Satisfied, he turns his attention back to the demon who has taken over Colt who is circling around him. Ethan crosses his arms across his chest-

Frankly, I’m not impressed. I don’t think You can get inside or you you’d already have done it.

How about you nix the badass routine and we sit down and figure shit out?

-Ethan knows he’s wasting his time, but he feels like he’s gotta try.-

Colt - -Laughs- Matter of time, the body count will rise or I'll bust through this magic. I bet I can drag a witch out here to help. It's cute you're trying to stop me. -Moves closer.- Are you hard? Cause I am. Reminds me of all those fights. I don't want to kill you, no I want you to live. -Throws the blade and buries the tip in the ground.- But the question is how far will you go? I have a lot of clarity nowadays. Not burdened with that fucking heart-wrenching love for your ass. It's amazing how liberating being a demon is. -In reach, he looks up at him.- I've not broken anymore, this is me free of all that bullshit. You'd look so fucking hot in chains... wouldn't have to deal with the bitch version of my whining. I can see why you left, no hard feelings. Hell, I'd have left me too.

Ethan - You sure are a mouthy motherfucker aren’t you? I bet you even like to talk to yourself just to hear yourself talk. -shakes his head, not letting the demon get into his head. Eyeing the knife in the ground knowing its part of his strength-

Colt - -Laughs- You like my mouth.... go ahead, try it. You fastest Ethan? I don't think you are and if you're not careful I'll have to cut your throat, drain your grace.... Now there's an idea, Ethan, human just like Andrew had been. -Shoves him back.- Remember that night on the beach all romantic, just us. Well an Andrew... did you feel betrayed your vessel wanted me too? Cause you my deal angel have always been one jealous fucker. His whimpers were softer than yours... I guess that's where we got our tastes for threesomes huh? Andrew watching and feeling what we did to eachother.

Ethan - -Ethan is usually pretty chilled, but the demon’s words cut deep. Without thinking, he balled his fist and hit him hard with a right hook.- Shut the fuck up. Andrew is not a topic you can speak of.

-He’s working on a plan and is buying some time.-

Colt - -The angel wasn't using everything he had yet and Colt's spit blood from his mouth as he picked himself up off the ground and cracked his neck.- Why? Jealous? I always did like the tender, needy fuckers. I mean look at Jake. But you, you Ethan where on a whole other level, under all that bravado is a broken angel... so fucking sweet I could mmmm savor that forever... -Using his abilities appears behind him and throws an arm around his neck tightening down his hold.- Should we go somewhere private? So you don't have to act this way for your kin inside? See, they know I'll fucking kill them so they're hiding like the bitches they are and they're not gonna shed a tear if I put you down. Join us. We can rule this mutherfucker together. Come on baby... you know you like the dark side. -Licks his earlobe.-

Ethan - You have no damn idea what you’re talking about. So...how about you shut the fuck up. -vanishes from his grasp to appear in front of him.-

I’m giving you one more chance to end this peacefully. I’m tired of talking. -He stands as a warrior. He is the angel of strength and he’s going to show him why very damn soon.-

Colt - Peacefully? You’re a prude Ethan, I don’t want to be saved. -Baring teeth he lunged at the angel tackling to the ground. Colt began whaling on him. He was out for blood, the power of the blade was so strong and he held so much pain inside. And this angel represented a life he