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I NEED HIM MORE THAN I NEED AIR

pov: Billy tells you to strip for him while he finishes his cigarette. When you’re bare he drags his gaze over your body, head to toe, hot and intense. Setting his beer aside and putting his cigarette out he finally beckons you to him with two fingers. You crawl on to the bed and tug at his boxers until they’re off and his cock is hard and hot, jutting up toward his belly. You know what you want.

In the next moment his hands are tangled tight in your hair and his leaking cock is filling your mouth. When you take him to the back of your throat he groans that you’re his good girl. You’re already aching and dripping for him, but you know he can keep this up for awhile. He urges you to take his thick cock even deeper and your cunt throbs in response, clenching around nothing.

Later on, Billy repays the favor, his tongue dancing entire recitals over your swollen, throbbing clit, while his strong hands hold your thighs splayed apart against the bed. When you tug roughly on his hair he loses it, shifting to thrust deep into your body and rumbling gruffly about all the ways he’s going to tie your hands up next time so he can take as much time as he wants at his favorite buffet. You lose count of how many times you come before you both finally pass out, tangled up together.

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Danny Ventrella/NBC/VTM Belgium

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The Guest - Chapter 8

Summary: The reader begins to feel emotions for Negan that she promised him that she would never feel while learning the multiple sides of Negan that she didn’t know existed before.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC)

Warnings: Swearing and lots of smut. A bit of BDSM. 

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20333263/chapters/55692673

Notes: As always, thank you for reading and I’ll do my best to update this story ASAP.

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Good Luck Charm - Chapter 23

Summary: For the first time in a while, Negan wakes up happy being with his family and does what he can to try to get close to them again.

Characters: Negan, Evie, Y/N, Nathan, Simon, etc.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Smut, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39423063/chapters/107986461

Notes: I was very VERY tired while editing this. I’m sorry for that. Plus, some people may be unhappy with this chapter and the turn of events with things. We will see. This is a very long chapter. And I’m sorry about that.

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Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Negan 40/??

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Glimmer 1/ ? Billy Butcher

pairing: Billy Butcher/OFC

rating: eventual nsfw, slow but not too slow burn, 18+ parts marked on masterlist

summary: Sometimes even a wavering light in the darkness can be enough to pull you through. He’s hunting supes to kill. She’s the lowest of low level supes there are. She’s not worth his time, but he can’t stop coming back…

notes: This story starts some years before the show.

Billy Butcher Masterlist

Part 1

Damn, it was really fucking dark. But Addison knew what she had to do. With silent steps, she crept down the wide corridor on the 54th floor of the bleak office building. She wore a tight fitting solid black jacket and black trousers, her usually messy light gold hair pulled back into a sleek knot at the nape of her neck.

Pausing four doors down from the conference room that was spilling light from under the doorway, she reached for the nearest doorknob, listened for a moment - empty - then jiggled the handle. Fuck, locked. Soundlessly she moved to the next and listened. Empty. Jiggle. And open, the doorknob turned. The corner of her mouth quirked and she slipped inside, closing the door behind her. The room was small and pitch black, no windows, perfect.

Addison pressed her hands to the wall and stilled completely. It wasn’t necessarily required for her unique powerset but it helped her concentrate. Her stomach rumbled and she cursed under her breath but otherwise ignored it. She had to. It was only a moment and she focused in fully on the conversation taking place 100 feet away, through three different walls, as if she was in the room herself.

Politicians. She wrinkled her nose. Fucking cunts. But she desperately needed the money. The people that were paying her needed to know what this particular senator’s plans were for the upcoming crime bill and what information could be used to make sure it went their way. They probably weren’t great people either but she didn’t give a fuck. Screw all of them.

Addison took notes silently, typing her own shorthand into the device on her wrist. As soon as she could hear them wrapping their meeting up she uploaded her notes to a cloud and pulled her hood up to cover her hair before moving to the door. She paused again for a second to determine no one was in the corridor, then slipped out of the room.

A soft breath of relief left her when she found the hallway still empty and dark and she headed for the emergency stairs at the other side of the building. It was a long corridor. After a minute she stopped cold when she both heard the hard thud of someone else’s heart and noticed a red dot through the blackness, focusing in the middle of her chest then rising up. Addison froze, but it was too late and she knew it.

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ move you supe cunt. If you so much as blink, I’ll blow your pretty brains out and I’ve done me research on ya, so I’m pretty sure that endeavor would prove successful.”

The sound of the safety being disengaged on a high powered tactical rifle was clear as day.

Shit.

She was pretty sure it would too.

~.~.~.~

Hours passed before Addison saw another person. Her lower back gave a dull throb of pain from the stupid metal chair and the chains that kept her in one stiff position. Heaven help a normal person left in this situation...but then maybe he’d left her this long on purpose because he knew exactly what she was. Even with her (slightly) increased durability, if it was too much for too long, she could still feel it. Pain. Her faithful constant companion.

Addison closed her eyes to try once again to get a read on what was going on in the building around her but it was difficult. There were too many people and she was weak. She heard muffled voices and shouts, footsteps and thuds. Someone was crying two floors up and another shouting. She shifted her attention to the other side of the building and higher up, using all her energy -

Suddenly the door to the interrogation room flew open, clanging against the wall. Unprepared for it, Addison wasn’t able to buffer against the sound to her sensitive hearing.

“Fucking hell,” she startled, her ears ringing and her eyes flying open. How the fuck had he snuck up on her. Addison glared up at the man that entered the room. Dark and fierce, his eyes seemed to gleam with energy and there was a cocky smirk on his face.

“Oh my apologies Ms. Caldwell, did I interrupt some supe fuckery you were working on there? Do forgive me.” His British accent was thick and rough, and took her off guard. This was the same agent that had threatened her in the hallway - and the sneer on his face made it clear what his real feelings were. He closed the door and took the chair across from her, slapping a thin manila file on the table between them.

Addison shifted, unable to help herself, testing the chains wrapped around her wrists behind her and connected to her ankles and the floor.

“Titanium and steel,” he gave her a hateful smirk. “Anchored 5 feet into the concrete. So you might as well get comfy. You’re gonna be here for awhile so let’s just have a little chat why don’t we?” The expression on his face was keen and knowing, his dark hazel eyes arresting. “Tell me what you know about the people you were workin’ for.”

Addison kept quiet. She didn’t really know that much. It was a job, money she needed to survive, and she didn’t fucking care. But she had recognized her current captors immediately as CIA which meant the people she had taken the job from were probably tied to foreign terrorists. Shit. “I got the contact from a weapons guy I’ve worked with. Normal buying and selling. I thought it was more of the same. I - didn’t know.”

He leaned closer across the table. “Well, that’s too bad now ain’t it. Because those cunts are diabolical monsters and you workin’ for them is only going to help get a lot of innocent people killed.” He leaned back looking at her like he could see straight into her black soul. “The only thing worse than a supe is a fuckin’ stupid one.”

Something heated and wild bubbled up inside of her, emotion that threatened to burn up through her from the inside out. She couldn’t stand the smug, demeaning look on his face - what right did he have to sit there and judge her like he was a god. She matched his dark glare with one of her own. The sound of his heartbeat was steady and calm and it only made her angrier. “Suck my dick, douchebag.”

“Oi!” He chuckled with what she could only describe as an evil grin, openly satisfied he had antagonized her to that level. “Aren’t you just a joy to be around.”

Addison steeled herself against her rising emotions and narrowed her eyes at him. “I am a ray of fucking sunshine.”

He gave a low laugh, standing up and pushing the chair back in, his eyes glittering with mirth that she was sure would only be a bad sign for her.

“Well listen here, sunshine.” He put his hands on the table, leaning down to look her in the eye, fire burning in his, his voice low and dangerous. “We’ve got you, and you’re not goin’ anywhere. You’ll be locked in alone, chained up like the animal you are, for the rest of your life. You might be strong, eh, but you’re not strong enough to escape me and no one out there gives one single fuck about you, do they?”

Addison swallowed but fought to keep her expression stony and cold. Maybe he was right but she didn’t think they really had enough proof to put her away. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Aye, but you were goin’ to, sunshine, weren’t ya? So if you tell us everything you know, maybe we’ll let you out when you’re 90 for good behavior.” He winked and he was gone. An hour later, the next guy came in.

~.~.~.~

“Absolutely fuckin’ not. No fuckin’ way.”

Addison could hear the smug asshole easily in the room on the other side of the glass. He knew what she could do so he must not care, she reasoned, though she wondered if she’d be able to hear him even without super hearing. Still it gave her pleasure he was so upset.

Because she’d made a deal.

What she heard next could only be described as a feral growl. “I am not workin’ with a fuckin’ supe cunt like her.”

“Butcher, stow it. It’s one mission. Think of her as a tool, get in, get the target and get out.”

Butcher, Addison thought. Fitting name.

She heard him snarl and pace across the room. “I shouldn’t even be on this job. I don’t know why I ever listen to you Gray.”

“Because I’m your partner. And we’re a team. We need this Butcher. We need this now. And she can get us in tonight.”

“I better not come to fuckin’ regret this.”

The door to the interrogation room slammed open a second later and she despised how it made her jump.

“You’re signin’ your life away, you hear me? And if you even think of steppin’ out of line I’ll shoot you myself. And no weapons,” he stabbed his finger in the air at her, fierce and angry.

She wanted to shout right back at him but suddenly she was just too tired to fight. Her shoulders slumped and she tipped her head. She wasn’t what he thought she was. “Fine. Can you take the chains off now?”

He crossed his arms. “No I bloody well can’t. Anything else you’d like to request, sunshine?”

She wanted to throw a knife through his head but she bit her ire back. It wouldn’t help anything now. “Can I at least have a meal before you put me to work?” she ground out through clenched teeth.

“Oi, hungry now are ya? Terrorism sure works up an appetite, don’t it.”

She looked away. “I haven’t eaten in a few days.”

Billy leaned on the table again to level with her. “And why exactly should I believe that?”

Addison didn’t answer and she didn’t turn back to him but she could feel his gaze on her, studying her and he must have seen something. He left the room and 10 minutes later she was cutting into a plate of steak and potatoes.

Part 2

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Hawaiian shirts are great but this IS something else, Monsieur Charcutier.

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you can be the boss 🦢

Club owner!Joe Kessler x Stripper Reader x DBF!Billy Butcher

18+ smut mdni

(a/n): new installment to club kess! i love this au soooo much kess is such a dirtbag, he’s kinda hard for me to write so i apologize if things are not as smooth sailing as you might expect. i hope you all enjoy this more sugar daddyish oriented smut chapter i was feeling smutty…perhaps we will get more sugar daddy shenanigans in the future before butcher decides he needs kessler gone asap. i love them being jealous of eachother its so hot, anyways

(CW: in general just stay away if you’re uncomfortable by anything sexual bc this is pretty filthy. fingering, squirting, slight daddyish dynamic, arguement w butcher, idk what else)

The dim glow of Kessler’s modern penthouse was a sharp contrast to the harsh reality she faced daily. The space was a testament to excess—a grand apartment bathed in dark marble, glass and metals, where every piece of furniture looked more out of some sort of sterile futuristic hospital than the last. Black velvet drapes, rich and heavy, framed the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline. The scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of cigars and fine leather.

Tonight, she was a vision in a black silk dress that clung to her every curve, the material shimmering under the soft, ambient lighting. Her heels clicked against the polished marble floor, each step resonating with the weight of her uncertainty. The dress’s plunging neckline and thigh-high slit revealed just enough to captivate yet leave much to the imagination. Her makeup was impeccable—smoky eyes and red lips that promised allure. Her hair cascaded in glossy waves, framing her face in a way that only enhanced her beauty further.

Kessler lounged on an overstuffed leather sofa, his presence larger than life. He had a predatory grace about him, his eyes glinting with unspoken promises. “Sweetheart,” he drawled, his voice smooth as silk. “You look fuckin’ gorgeous tonight. I must say, the way that dress hugs you—” He let the compliment trail off, his gaze lingering in a manner both admiring and possessive.

She shifted uncomfortably, aware of the subtle pressure his gaze exerted. “Thank you, Mr. Kessler,” she replied, attempting to mask her discomfort with a polite smile.

Kessler’s smile widened, revealing a glint of white teeth. “Call me Joe, darling. ‘Mr. Kessler’ makes me sound like a schoolteacher. Now, let’s talk business.” He gestured toward a bottle of vintage champagne resting in an ice bucket nearby, his hand lingering just a fraction too long on her arm as he led her to sit beside him.

As she settled on the sofa, he poured the champagne with practiced elegance, his eyes never straying far from her. “You know, baby, I’ve been thinking about our last conversation. You’ve got something special, and I’d hate to see that talent go to waste.”

Her heart raced at his words. She thought back to the other day when he spoke to her in his office. The promises of stardom hanging heavy between them since them “H-how so?”

Kessler leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “I’m talking about making you a star. Not just any star, but one of those dazzling lights that everyone will want to see. I could maybe even get ya in a film one day”

She forced herself to meet his gaze, trying to read his intentions. “And what’s in it for you?”

A smirk played on his lips as he handed her a thick envelope stuffed with cash. “Absolutely nothing sweetheart, just a little something to show my appreciation. Get yourself something nice to wear. Don’t worry about the details just yet. We’re going to get you out of this town, baby. It’s only a matter of time.”

The envelope felt heavy in her hands, its weight a reminder of her growing dependence on Kessler’s promises. As she hesitated, he reached out and gently stroked her cheek. “Relax, darling. You’re in good hands.”

His thick strong hands roamed their way down her waist, gently turning her over so her back is facing him. He starts to dig his fingers deep into the blades of her back, kneading the skin and helping her release every last knot “Mmm, so tense baby” He huffs and kneads rougher, causing a pleasured gasp to escape her throat “fuck..” She whispers, cracking her neck

Kessler’s hands continued their slow, deliberate work on her back, each stroke more possessive than the last. His breath was hot against her neck, close enough to send shivers down her spine. He was playing a dangerous game—one that blurred the lines between manipulation and seduction.

“Can’t have my girls all tense like this,” Kessler whispered, his lips grazing her ear, voice low and full of promise. “You’ve been carrying too much weight on those pretty shoulders.”

He pushed her hair aside and trailed soft kisses down the back of her neck, his lips lingering just enough to make her pulse quicken. She tensed, unsure how to respond. Part of her mind screamed to pull away, but her body betrayed her, leaning back into his touch, craving the attention despite the warning signs flashing in her head.

“You don’t need to worry about a thing, sweetheart,” he murmured, his fingers now tracing circles along her hips, drawing her closer into him. “I’ll take care of everything. You just let me handle it.”

His hands roamed lower, teasingly brushing against her waist as he spun her around to face him. Kessler’s dark eyes were filled with desire and power, a dangerous mix that made her heart race. He pulled her closer, into his lap so that she’s straddling his waist.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Kessler growled softly, his hand now caressing her cheek, thumb tracing her lips. “You don’t know what you do to me, do you, baby? The way you move, the way you look at me… it drives me wild.”

Her breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips crashing against hers with an intensity that made her knees weak. The kiss was hard and demanding, filled with the same possessiveness that had been building between them since the start. His hand gripped the back of her neck, holding her in place as his tongue slid against hers, coaxing her deeper into the moment.

Her mind swirled with conflicting emotions. She knew this was wrong—knew that he was manipulating her, bending her to his will. But in that moment, with his hands on her and his words washing over her, it was hard to remember the reasons why she had to resist.

He pressed her against the wall, his lips finding their way to her jaw, her throat, marking her with each kiss. “I’ll take care of you, baby,” he whispered against her skin, the promise dripping with desire and control. “You won’t need anyone else. Just me.”

Her breath quickened, and she felt his hand slide down to her thigh, lifting her leg slightly so that he could press himself harder against her. It was overwhelming, the way he commanded the situation, the way he took control without giving her time to think. Kessler pulled back just enough to speak, his voice husky with lust. “You feel that, sweetheart? That’s what you do to this ol’ man, eh? you proud of that?” He says teasingly as he breathes heavily into your ear

As his lips found hers again, she kissed him back with a desperation that surprised even her. It wasn’t just the money, or the promises—it was the way he made her feel in moments like this. Powerful, desired, and yet, completely under his thumb. A stark contrast to how Billy made her feel.

The only time she would feel any sort of reciprocation from Butcher when he was off his rockers or blackout drunk. You’d looked up to him since you were a literal little girl. Of course you had a dumb schoolgirl crush on him, but that didn’t matter right now. Not with Kessler holding you like this, making you feel so sexy, so wanted, spoiling you every last chance he got. Fuck Billy. If he didn’t want her sober then she was going to find someone world’s better for her.

Somewhere in the haze of it all, she knew the truth: the more she gave in, the more she’d lose of herself. But then again, it was a much better feeling to have someone want you without having to consume enough alcohol to kill a small animal for once.

Kessler’s hands slid up her waist again, his grip firm. “You won’t ever need to work for those tips again,” he murmured, kissing her neck. “You’re too good for that. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

She pulled back, her breath ragged as she searched his eyes. “And what do you get out of this, Joe?…” She asked, honestly not wanting to deal with her suspicions right now and see him as the perfect man…but she had to, it seemed like a very unfair trade here.

He smirked, that devilish grin lighting up his face. “I get you, sweetheart. That’s more than enough.”

Her mind was screaming at her to step away, to leave, but instead, she stayed there, pinned between Kessler and the wall, completely unsure of where to go from here.

Kessler's gaze held hers captive, his eyes darkening with intensity. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek before tangling in her hair. "Why do you always have to be so unsure about everything, huh babygirl?" he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

Kessler's hands tightened around her waist, his fingers splayed possessively over her hips. "You know, when you're being difficult, it makes me want to put you over my knee and spank some sense into you." He growled, his voice low and menacing.

Her eyes widened, her face flushing a deep shade of red. "W-What?... Over your knee?... Like a- a fucking a child?" She stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “You’re sicker than I thought you were Kess” She mutters with a soft nervous chuckle. Kessler grinned wickedly, enjoying her flustered reaction. "Well, sweetheart, you're acting like a damn brat right now, ain't you? Maybe a good spanking is just what you need to learn some respect." His hands squeezed her backside, his intent clear.

She nervously stutters out “Y-you know what- it’s getting late kess—“

Kessler silenced her protests with a searing kiss, his hands gripping her thighs and hoisting her up. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms looping around his neck. "Then perhaps," he said against her lips, "you should show me some obedience instead, young lady."

Her mind was racing, but her body betrayed her, clinging to him as he carried her to the bedroom. She buried her face in his neck, murmuring “y-yes Mr. Kessler”

He hikes her dress up past her ass, his palm smacking loudly against the plump fat, her skin rippling as she yelps in shock “Told ya not to fuckin’ call me that, didn’t I babygirl?”

She gasped as his palm connected with her bottom, the sharp smack echoing in the room. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she buried her face deeper into his neck, letting out a choked sob "Y-yes- m’sorry” she whines helplessly

Kessler's hand caressed her reddened flesh soothingly, his touch gentle despite the earlier roughness. "Good girl." He praised, his voice low and approving. "Now, let's see if you can ride my hand like one"

Kessler felt a surge of protectiveness well up within him. He could feel her body quivering against his, her breath coming in ragged, tear-choked gasps. Her vulnerability stirred something primal within him, a need to cherish and control her in equal measure. She let out a soft, shuddering breath as his hand caressed her stinging backside, her body still tensed from the sudden, humiliating punishment. The heat from his palm seeped into her skin, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room. His touch gentled, his fingers trailing along the crease of her bottom, pausing to squeeze the tender flesh possessively before slipping lower. She could feel his knuckles brushing against her thighs, parting them ever so slightly.

Kessler wrapped an arm around her waist and tossed her facedown on the mattress, her breath hitching as she bounced slightly. He climbed onto the bed, straddling her thighs and pinning her hips down with one beefy, tattooed arm wrapped around her waist. His other hand snaked beneath her, groping along her inner thighs until it reached the hem of her lace underwear. He paused, his thick fingers toying with the delicate fabric before he slowly began to drag it aside, revealing the tender flesh beneath.

As he exposed her soaked pussy, he let out a low, appreciative growl. "Fuck, look at you," he muttered, his breath hot against her ear. "Fucking soaked, just for me. dripping all over my sheets, aren't you, sweetness?" Her cheeks flamed with embarrassed heat as she buried her face in the mattress, muffling her moans. His thick fingers parted her folds, slowly sliding up and down her slick crease. “Answer me," he demanded gruffly, punctuating his words with firm pressure against her hole.

“Y-yes” she gasps out softly, wondering how the hell she got here. she had promised butcher that she wasn’t sleeping with kessler, especially not for his money…so what the hell was she doing letting him touch her like this. Her mind raced as Kessler's touch grew bolder, his fingers pumping in and out of her as his thumb swirled around her sensitive little pulsing nub, soaking up her guilty secret. "Squeezin’ me and i’ve barely got two fingers in, got the tightest pretty little pussy i’ve ever laid eyes on, baby" he growled, his breath hot against her ear.

Kessler's fingers curled inward, pressing against her g-spot as he continued to talk dirty to her. "that’s a good fuckin’ girl," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "let's see just how messy we can get’er, eh?”

She bit down on her lip to silence her cries as he slowly added a third finger, stretching her wide. His touch grew more insistent, his thumb rubbing firm circles over her swollen nub while his fingers pumped in and out of her, slowly gaining speed.

“oh yeah baby, doin’ so well..” he rasped, his tone filled with approval. “This little cunts gripping my fingers so tight, all soaked and sloppy... that old fuck that comes around the club- what’s his name sweetheart?— “

“W-wha—“ She mumbles, rolling her neck in pleasure as she arches her back slightly. “jeeesus- i- i don’t know who you’re talking about-“

“The motherfucker that picks ya up babygirl, think I don’t ask around? Butcher, was it? He bury his fingers this deep in ya like I am now?"

She tried to speak, but all that came out was a garbled moan as he hit that spot inside her again and again. Her eyes rolled back, and she squeezed her legs together, trying to keep his fingers inside her, but he just pushed them in even deeper. Her back bowed, pushing her rear higher into the air as unbridled pleasure coursed through her veins like liquid fire. Each thrust of his fingers against that magical spot sent shockwaves through her core, her inner walls clutching at him greedily, desperate to keep him inside.

"Mmm, does he make you feel like this?" Kessler growled, his breath hot against her ear. "does he make you shake and whimper like my touch does? does he make you beg for his touch, sweetheart?"

"No, Billy means nothing," she stammered, her back arching off the bed as Kessler's fingers hit that magic spot inside her. "We've never— really done anything. He's always drunk, and I've never… never even gotten close to finishing with him…I-I swear…”

Kessler's eyes widened in disbelief as she spoke, his fingers pausing inside her for a moment before he started moving again, faster and harder. "What the fuck, sweetheart? He's never even gotten you off?" "He's not my boyfriend," she gasped, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets. "He's just... around. And when he is, he's drunk or asleep. Oh god, Kess, please..." Kessler groaned softly, his mind racing with the realization that he was likely the only one who'd ever touched her like this, who'd ever brought her to the brink of release. His fingers curled inside her, his thumb rubbing her swollen nub with quick, firm circles. "You're so close, babygirl. I can feel you pulsating around my fingers. You're gonna come for me like this, ain't ya? Y’don’t need him..” She nodded frantically, her body trembling as his words washed over her. "Yes, Kess, yes, d-don’t need him! I've never... I've never even touched myself like this. Only you, only your fingers—and oh god, I'm so close!"

Her back bowed, a high-pitched cry tearing from her throat as the most intense pleasure she'd ever known exploded within her. It was like a dam breaking, her insides convulsing as waves of pure ecstasy crashed over her. Kessler's mouth dropped open as she cried out, her body convulsing as a torrent of her release gushed out, drenching his hand. "Holy fuck...made my girl fuckin’ squirt" he breathed, watching in awe as her body trembled and quaked.

He quickly moved to clean her up, his tongue delving between her folds to lap up every last drop. She whimpered and shuddered, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as he ate her out like a starving man.

Kessler's face buried between her thighs, his tongue ravaging her soaked flesh as he licked up every last trace of her release. She quivered uncontrollably, her hips bucking against his mouth, overly sensitized from the mind-shattering climax. "K-Kess... it's too much...,"

He gentled his touch, lapping at her slowly, thoroughly cleaning her up before placing soft kisses on her inner thighs and belly. He crawled up beside her, pulling her against his chest as they both caught their breath.

That next morning, sun seeping in through the floor-to-ceiling windows as his his housemaid sweeps the floor. Soft jazz played in the background, creating an atmosphere of sophistication and ease. She, in a delicate white lacy dress that contrasted starkly with the darkness of her previous attire, felt like she was stepping into a world far removed from her own struggles. This dress, with its intricate lace detailing and short little poofy skirt, was both elegant and suggestive—a perfect blend of innocence and allure.

Kessler greeted her with an almost theatrical flourish. “There she is, my starlet,” he crooned, his eyes dark with something akin to possessiveness.

Weeks later, her role at Club Kessler had evolved significantly. She had been promoted to a bottle service girl, a coveted position that allowed her to cater to the club’s high-profile clientele. The VIP area, with its plush seating and private booths, was a stark contrast to the main stage where she once performed. The exclusivity of her new role seemed like a step toward the future Kessler had promised her.

Kessler’s possessiveness, however, became more apparent with each passing night. She, now clad in a glittering silver mini-dress that showcased her toned legs and accentuated her every move, was serving a particularly influential client. As she danced for him, her movements fluid and practiced, she noticed Kessler watching from the shadows, his gaze intense and scrutinizing.

After the dance, Kessler approached her with a dangerous smile. “Baby, I need to talk to you.”

Her heart sank. She followed him to a quieter corner of the club, where the sound of the music seemed distant and hollow. “What’s wrong?”

He placed a hand on her arm, his touch possessive. “I saw what you were doing out there. It’s not what I want for you. You’re not just another girl in this club; you’re special. I don’t want you giving private dances anymore.”

She blinked, stunned. “But… how am I supposed to make money? I work off tips.”

Kessler’s smile faltered for a brief moment before returning with a more sinister edge. “Don’t worry about it. From now on, I’ll take care of everything. You’re not here to earn a living, sweetheart; you’re here to shine.”

The weight of his words settled heavily on her shoulders. Her independence was slipping away, replaced by a sense of obligation and dependency. The last shred of her dignity—the money she had earned herself—was now a distant memory.

Kessler’s manipulation became more pronounced. The cash he handed her grew in volume, and his control over her life tightened with each passing day. She felt the weight of her dependence on him—a growing burden that overshadowed the promises of fame and freedom.

The bell above the door chimed as Butcher stepped into the shop, his presence a familiar weight that made the cramped space feel even smaller. She stood behind the counter, hands smoothing over a pile of folded shirts, trying not to let her fingers tremble. The shop smelled like old leather and wood polish, mixed with the faint tang of motor oil from the garage out back. It was the kind of place that felt worn-in, like a pair of boots broken just right.

Butcher, in his usual dark coat, sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, looked out of place here—too rough, too loud for the quiet, slow-moving world of the shop. His heavy boots echoed off the wooden floors as he strode past the racks, eyes landing on her in that way that always made her feel exposed. He had that same look tonight—like he knew something wasn’t right but wasn’t sure how to ask.

She wore a pale pink dress today, soft and frilled at the edges, the kind of thing that made her feel delicate, though she’d long forgotten how to be. It hugged her figure just enough to feel pretty without trying, but now, under Butcher’s stare, it felt like too much. Her fingers toyed with the edge of the dress, fidgeting in that way she did when she was nervous.

“Bit late, don’t ya think?” she asked, her voice light but brittle as she glanced up at him. He looked tired. The kind of tired that sunk deep into the bones, making everything heavy. He didn’t answer right away, just made his way over to the counter, resting his elbows on it as he leaned toward her, eyes scanning her face like he was trying to read something there.

“You closing up soon?” His voice was low, rough, but there was something softer beneath it, hidden beneath the layers of his gruff exterior.

“Yeah, just waiting on one last customer,” she said, nodding to the back where an old man was browsing the shelves with deliberate slowness. He didn’t seem in a rush to leave, and neither did Butcher, it seemed.

He grunted in response, shifting his weight. “Didn’t think you’d be workin’ this late.”

She shrugged, eyes dropping to the counter, fingers running over the grain of the wood, tracing the tiny nicks and scratches that had accumulated over the years. “Needed the hours,” she muttered. Butcher knew why, even if she didn’t say it outright. The debt. Kessler. Everything she’d tangled herself in.

A silence fell between them, thick and heavy like the dusk settling outside. She could feel him watching her, that familiar gaze that made her skin itch, like he could see all the things she was trying to hide. It was always like this with Butcher—he didn’t have to say much to make her feel like she was under a microscope.

“You alright?” His question was simple, but there was weight to it, like it held more than just casual concern.

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, too quickly, her voice wavering just enough to betray her. She didn’t look at him, didn’t want him to see the cracks.

Butcher tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing as if to study her closer. “Ya sure ‘bout that, Doll?”

She hated how easily that nickname slipped out of him, how it softened her resolve even when she didn’t want it to. She glanced up, meeting his eyes for just a second before looking away. He always had a way of getting under her skin, seeing through her defenses without even trying.

The old man at the back of the shop coughed, a reminder that they weren’t alone. Butcher straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest, looking like he was about to say something when the customer shuffled to the front, a stack of books in hand.

She stepped away from Butcher, her heart pounding in her chest, and rang up the sale with hands that were a little too shaky. The man didn’t seem to notice as he gathered his things and nodded politely, heading for the door. The bell chimed again as it swung shut behind him, leaving her alone with Butcher.

The air felt thicker now, the shop quieter. Butcher took a step toward her, his fingers drumming on the countertop. “Doll,” he started, but the words seemed to catch in his throat.

She looked at him finally, really looked at him. The dark circles under his eyes, the way his shoulders seemed to carry the weight of a world that wasn’t entirely his. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His coat was rumpled, like he’d been wearing it for too long, and his shirt was half untucked, one side pulled loose where his belt cut into his waist. But there was something else too—something softer, buried deep in the lines of his face. Concern, maybe. Or guilt. She couldn’t tell anymore.

“I’m fine, Butcher,” she repeated, but this time her voice was quieter, more tired than defiant. She wiped her hands on her dress, suddenly self-conscious under his gaze. “You don’t need to keep checking in on me.”

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into something like a half-smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah? And who’s gonna check in on ya if I don’t?”

The question hung in the air between them, heavy and unspoken for too long. She didn’t answer, didn’t know how to. Her eyes drifted to the door, then back to him, and suddenly the space between them felt too small, too intimate.

“I can take care of myself,” she muttered, more to convince herself than him. She didn’t even believe it anymore.

Butcher’s hand twitched, like he wanted to reach out but thought better of it. Instead, he leaned forward, his voice dropping low, rough around the edges. “I ain’t sayin’ you can’t handle yourself, Doll. I know you’re tough. But tough ain’t always enough.”

Her chest tightened, the words sinking deep. She could feel the weight of them pressing down on her, the way Butcher always seemed to pull her in, making her feel things she didn’t want to feel. She wanted to push him away, tell him to leave, but instead, she found herself leaning into it, letting the silence stretch between them.

“You don’t have to do this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You don’t have to fix everything.”

Butcher’s eyes softened, just a fraction, and he let out a breath he’d been holding. “I ain’t tryin’ to fix ya, Doll. Just don’t want ya drownin’, is all.”

There it was again—that concern, that twisted, broken care that made her chest ache. He didn’t know how to show it, not the way people were supposed to, but she felt it anyway, like a pulse between them.

“I’m not drowning.” she whispered, though the words felt like a lie. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself anymore. “Leave it, Butcher.”

Butcher didn’t move, didn’t push, just stood there watching her with that quiet intensity that always made her feel like she was standing on the edge of something. Something dangerous. Something she couldn’t escape from.

The bell above the door chimed again as he turned to leave, but before stepping out into the night, he glanced back at her, eyes lingering for just a second longer than necessary. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

“Make sure ya lock up, Doll,” he muttered, his voice softer now, like a command but gentler. Then he was gone, the door swinging shut behind him, leaving her standing in the dim light of the shop, the weight of his presence still hanging in the air.

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You're not wrong but it don't mean it's right ( Billy Butcher x Doc!reader) part 8

summary : doc find herself cornered knowing she gonna be taken but she not going to go with out a fight or some clues to leave behind , soldier boy surprises them more and more with how close him and doc really have been and he's sick of the russian talking everything from him

warning; it's the boys let be real nothing is truly off limits but this will have violence , drug references , blood ,guts and grammatical errors ( soz .

previous part

Maybe having the shittest luck could be classed ironically as a special talent of hers lately.  Escaping the egotistic , neurotic blonde supe to only find her self cornered in  the kitchen by a russian mob boss with not ounce of empathy and found joy in the depravity of the sickest torture . the fact she didn’t have the secret of juliet since well butcher destroyed them in a sort of declaration  he wasn’t using her sweet at time but fucked now. And just as they irony couldn’t be topped she couldn’t make more as they were all out at this moment leaving her alone to get the equipment for her to make such things yet this shit of luck had to be a real fucking talent and she seem to be top of the poxy class for it. 

“What do you want?” she  kept her back to the counter watching , waiting  as she knew it wasn’t going to be that simply dragging the knife into the wooden counter below hoping it was somehow readable , somehow tell to what was about to happen . 

“ simple , you “ the woman stood forth in the sea of buff men anyone would of found scary but if they knew this woman ,  heard what she was capable of  she would be the most terrifying. She was faced with the woman that made her brothers life complete hell , taking up where their father left off . the russian cunt stood smug look on her face blowing the smoke out of her red painted lips . “ take her” . 

She knew she was outnumbered but leaving the clues behind was one way of the boys finding her. She watched as he stood before her a mountain in comparison as she pulled the knife on the counter and a jump driving it into his neck hitting spots that made the man erupt like a fountain covering her completely and saturating her in the red of his blood before reaching to the island grabbing the mallet mm used to tenderize the meat for dinner the night before , climbing the man like a three and she kept smashing it til his head cracked open. She kicked , punched and bit anyone that tried to close to her only to fall to the ground seize as the bitch smirked down hand held on the stun gun before she spasmed stiffly and everything went black. 

“ take her and them , we need to move out quickly not time to clean up” she ordered walking out igniting the new cigarette hanging from those same red painted lips . 

Coming home from a success well was a rarity  even more of a rarity lately giving how they kept losing supes or the information would turn out to be pile of shit .  Doc planned it perfectly from what could go right and what could go wrong another thing butcher missed out on his past mission to push her away , they probably would of had so much more progress but back then when he pretended to hate her well he would tell her to “ shut the fuck up love got no clue how we do this , stick to the band aids and pills while we do real shit”  .  He really did miss out on a lot trying to push her away but not anymore , all smiles heading up with her favorite coffee and a meal from her favorite fast food joint .  he was expecting to see her perched on the desk excited to see them all and assessing the damage of each member as they enter but that wasn’t the case.  In fact something was wrong before he even opened the door seeing , the moment it opened the blood streaked floor like someone was being dragged and he was hoping it wasn’t hers , they place looked like a slaughter house  . they didn’t ask , not one of the opened their mouths looking around , the sight alone told them more then they wanted to know . 

Frenchie felt sick  in more ways than one , million thoughts that came through his mind as he tried to not look at the scene , he tried to keep his eyes out for something that could tell him it wasn’t her. But for once in his whole life the sight of the blood had him squeamish only because it could belong to his baby sister .

“ it’s not her’s .. the blood it’s not docs , you wouldn’t believe me if i told you but i know” soldier boy was first to speak breaking the silence. 

“ well we’re all ear i mean after saying  something  like that” mm looked at the supe almost as if to say the old fucks finally lost it . 

“ before the whole thing before i blew up , we used to smoke in her apartment she be cleaning her stuff but seems as though the high side made her curious side even more well curious so she would ask about the enhance sight and then it was smell , she wanted to know if i could know who a person was from the scent of their blood… long story short well its not her blood” he explained as mad as it sounded it made sense in their fucked up storm that was life. 

“ then whose blood is it and where’s doc?” hughie asked confused to  fuck but frenchie wasn’t listening  he was looking knowing his sister too well something would tell him . that was when he saw the counter the wood carved that now was soaked in red , the shaky letters that were there  now he was wishing it was homelander that had her because as fuck as it was even in the vicious ways he killed someone it was fast and quick death not like this one who would make sure she felt every ounce of the pain before the end . 

“ we need to go , we need to find her now” his voice raising to the point he was now yelling , ordering them about. 

“ well mate , we’re trying to figure whose got er to do that”.

“ i know whose got her , she told us” he pointed to the counter as one by one the all looked down at the crooked LN.

“ that russian fuckin cunt” butcher words snarked that had soldier boy bristling . 

“ LN.. LN.. Shit little nina i thought she was dead”. 

“ she’s will most definitely … fucking russian” soldier boy growled  both red with rage mixed with guilt a lethal dose for anyone that dared touch someone he cared about and god help them when he got them . 

Her eyes tried to snap open and her lungs screamed for air but just as they would get some she was back to swallowing ice and water that almost made her skin feel like it was burning . everything wanted to seize up in pain as water filled every oraface on her body and how she was strapped down unable to move unable to stop it all .  they’d been doing it for god knows how long not once was their an explanation or even a hint to why the fuck she was trapped in some shitty warehouse. She had a theory it was something to do with frenchie  in some form or another and yet no one one well at  least before no one knew the two were related . 

“Ok enough” that smug cunt called enjoying the show it was not secret that bitch was aroused at others pain  probably a wet mess more that doc was .  doc’s eyes found it hard to focus the water still making it all blurry but even in that she could see the lighted tip of the cigarette and the painted reds lips of its owner . she tried to stop the chatter of her teeth at one point thought would break  , show them no weakness never show these people weakness it was first lesson she learned in life give them nothing even if it kills you. She was either numb or it was burning she couldn’t tell as her brain was trying to the decipher itself. 

“ i was getting bored of waiting for you to finally wake” she mutter the sound of her heels clicking against the stained stone floor . 

“ well sorry i usually more alert when people don’t use stun gun but i’m refreshed now” doc mused voice slightly shaky but from the cold not fear .

“ well consider it payback after you killed my men , much say rude but you have more balls than your brother that is for sure” she smiled . 

“ well sure you can find steroid induce cave men looking fucks to replace them all brawn no brains” doc beamed only to feel the sharp sting across her cheek and the impact jerking her head to the side.  “ did daddy not teach you to keep your mouth shut” nina pulled her face to look at her . 

“ nah  apparently his lessons never worked on me must be a problem child thing huh now since you know my brother i’m going to assume you wanted him but apparently not so what is you want from me so i can tell you fuck off “ she smiled batting her lashes only for the woman before her to nod and well one of her cave men to punch doc in the gut as she spluttered and gasped for the air that was knocked out of her. 

“ such a mouth , such spirit i usually like that in a person but your getting annoying so i’m not asking so i don’t need an answer i’m telling you that your going to be working for me now , you can make things that others won't so it’s simple i want you working on the supply  i got heroin , coke you name it , i want you to make it better make it more wanted , more desired  a new drug whatever that genius little mind of yours can come up with , you do that i won’t hurt you and i won’t kill you little friend” she crossed her arms at the panting woman. 

“ you know i know the people for you their called addict give them drugs and they buy more and hurt me stop this is foreplay as for my friends lady  you are going to cream your pants when my russian hating supe finds your crusty ass pull you apart like a fucking cheese string” doc grinned still catching her breathe but she wasn’t breaking . 

“ stronger than your brother but i will break you one way or another” she nodded as the man punched her in the face she could feel her eye already swelling over with the brunt force. “ you i will kill you myself” she spit seeing her mouth was bleeding with the blood she spat on his face. 

“ does your friend know your russian my dear” nina asked thinking she would be scare but again it wasn’t working ben knew docs mother was russian  it became an inside joke between the two. 

“ i’m an exception now if you want to keep this shit up go your not going to break me but i will tell you one thing once i am free everything you do to me i will do to do in ten folds” doc laughed as man hit her again. 

“ you will break they always do “  she began walking off 

“ they will find me” doc yelled after . “ i hope “ she thought once she was alone .  

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[carlasnow29]

uncle billy has shown up drunk to the family bbq again, spouting off to me about something or other because im the only person who will still listen, feet kicking while i lay on the lounger on the deck.

later that night he will drunkenly eat me out on the same lounger and then he’s gonna hold me while we barely balance on a pool floaty and hes gonna pass out with a ciggy in his mouth and ill put it out for him and stay with him all night.

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Beetlejuice (1988) dir. Tim Burton

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Minors DNI.

CW: Daddy kink, biting, oral (f!receiving)

Butcher is a biter and no one can tell me otherwise.

It starts off innocent, nips to earlobes or your neck. He was careful to avoid leaving marks at first, considerate of your request to keep your activities between the two of you private during the start.

It’s when you come clean about your relationship to everyone, it’s somewhere between fucking casually and actual commitment but you both couldn’t give a shit. Your bed is warm and your pussy happy, couldn’t ask for much more. The biting starts on your neck during sex, Butcher biting down harder as your moans encourage him, sucking at the skin to bring blood to the surface and leave a pretty blue-black claim. He gets off on the implied ownership.

“No er’yone knows you’re mine princess… Daddy likes to remind ‘em you can look, but not touch.”

It progresses the longer you’re together. He lavishes your tits with attention. Bruises blooming on the smooth skin, constantly renewed and refreshed when they start to fade. It’s possessive and primal, and it makes your cunt wet.

The most extreme of it comes when he’s between your legs, lapping like a man starved with fingers stuffed in your cunt. He feels you clench and quiver, encourages the tugs on his hair your hands are making. He watches as you chase your release, his other hand gripping a thigh. Right before you cum, he moves his mouth to that thigh and bites down hard. You nearly scream as he sucks the sensitive skin and laps at the little cuts his teeth had made.

After you cum, he presses a kiss to the new and angry bruise, rubbing a thumb over it reverently.

“Little pain-slut for daddy, yeah? Love it when it hurts, but only for me? Your little cunt is mine.”

[carlasnow29]

hii!! I literally am so obsessed w your writing, it's sooo good and please please never stop to write about Billy 🙏🏻 you always make my day w your posts, especially when I have a shit day at work🥰

so idk if you're taking requests but I have this idea in my head w Butcher teaching you how to properly use a gun and he's touching u wayyy too much🤭

Edit: i didn’t even respond omg!! Thank you so much, that’s so kind to say!! I’m glad I can make your day a bit better, you’re too sweet! I hope you like this🩵🩵

Prefacing this heavily that I grew up around guns, my dad owns a firearms training company and worked with guns for the entirety I’ve been alive. I’m not a fan, but gun safety has been drilled into my head since I can remember. THAT BEING SAID: please consult with a professional, don’t do the stuff in this story, it’s not safe even with the amount of safety I’m adding.

CW: guns, fingering, dirty talk

NSFW UNDER THE CUT~~

The range had been your idea. You weren’t on the team for brute strength. You knew languages, and could steal a car like the best of em, but guns were something that you never really went for.

You presented the idea to Butcher one lazy afternoon, while he rubbed your feet in his lap as you laid on the couch. He agreed too quickly for you to be totally comfy about it, eyes sparkling in a way that meant trouble.

The actual range was outside of the city, and the ride to said range was pleasant, you felt happy to have Butcher’s complete attention and to be doing something he seemed to enjoy.

“Now, I know we usually don’t wear any of this… extra bullshite, but you need to for this fuckin’ place.” Butcher explained, handing you large coverings for your ears and a pair of yellow tinted glasses. He had his ear protection hanging around his neck, as he laid out the various firearms on the table near the range.

You watched as he went over each gun, spitting out specs and measurement, caliber and ranges, and various other factoids. You watched him, completely enraptured as he spoke almost fondly of the .50 caliber rifle laid on one end.

“Didn’t you shoot Annie with that?” You asked in a whisper. Butcher barked a laugh and nodded.

“Fuckin’ supe, tough as nails she is.”

Once the lecture part of Butcher’s demonstration had concluded, you moved to the actual range. Butcher carried over a rifle with the muzzle pointed down to the ground, (“part that goes ‘bang’ is always down range, pet. Understand? Don’ want to accidentally discharge it on some poor sod. Stop laughing, fuckin muppet, yeah, yeah I said discharge”) and held it out to you.

You moved the stock of it to your shoulder and kept it pointed down range. After a brief overview of what would happen, you nodded and held up the gun and aimed it for the target.

Butcher moved behind you after the first shot and placed a big hand on your waist to angle you. You went again, and this time another hand came up to join the other on your waist. You wiggled a little closer to him, has grazing his front.

You felt Butcher hiss a breath as you made another shot.

“Thatta girl…”

Butcher gave your waist a squeeze before moving to take the gun from your hands and replace it with another one. He quickly loaded and magazine before sliding it into place for you.

“Now, this is a hand gun, so it’s smaller and you hold it different, alrigh’?”

You nodded as Butcher explained the reason for placement and moved your hands to the correct positions. It was, oddly sensual, as he lightly traced your fingers as he spoke. You felt the hairs on the neck stand up.

“Listenin’ to me?” Butcher asked, smirking.

You nodded, blinking owlishly.

Butcher got worse; each gun came with it Butcher touching you excessively, hands on your waist and hips, lingering touches and fleeting grazes.

It was driving you up a wall.

Finally, after he purposefully slapped your ass after emptying another magazine in a paper target, he decided to leave. You handed him things as he packed up and dutifully followed him as you walked out of the building.

After a moment of loading up the car you slid into the passengers seat. Butcher moved to turn the ignition and you reached out to grab his wrist.

Butcher turned to look at you and took in your hungry gaze before grinning.

“Fuckin’ insatiable you are… I know that cunt is wet, probably drippin’ for me…”

You tugged on his wrist. “Your fault…”

Butcher laughed and allowed the hand you held on to to be moved. He watched, grin falling to something more sinister, as you moved his hand in between your legs.

Butcher took the hint immediately, rubbing roughly at the seem on your jeans. You dove into him and was met with teeth and tongue. He devoured your mouth as you ground into his hand. You moaned, breaking away from this kiss. Butcher kissed your neck, moving up to your ear to nip at your lobe.

“If my pretty girl wants daddy to finger her, she needs to move back, alrigh’? We’re in a parking lot, anyone could walk by, can’t have you panting into me mouth. You know that, or maybe, you wanna be caught? Filthy little thing.”

You leaned back to stare at him, mouth agape. Butcher just raised an eyebrow and you moved back, dropping your legs open.

Butcher made quick work of your jeans, helping you shuck them off and toss into the foot well. Butcher stopped as he reached to take off your panties, admiring the wet spot spreading.

“Gonna fuckin’ kill me one day, you know that?” He breathed, tracing the spot.

You wiggled your hips, and he took the hint, hands slowly tugging your panties down your legs. You spread them further, leaning back a bit to further obscure yourself from view.

Butcher flashed a glance to the front of the car and made sure no one was there before moving a finger through your slick folds. You let out a whimper as he pushed a finger into you. You watched his face as he watched his finger disappear into you, varying speeds to get you to make new noises.

After a moment he added another, fingers curling up into you, searching.

Butcher let out a grunt when he found it, eyes locked on to you as you arched. Butcher moved his other hand to push your hips back down.

“Stay still, princess… don’ want anyone else to see you like this…”

And that did it. The casual possessiveness spoken in barely a whisper. You came hard, with Butcher continuing to assault your g-spot as you came down. Finally, with overstimulation fraying your nerves, you sat up and pushed his hand from you. For a moment, you let him retract, until you had an idea.

You swiftly nabbed his wrist again and brought up the two fingers covered in your release. You put them in your mouth, locking eyes with Butcher as you mimed sucking his cock. You circled your tongue around them, making sure every last drop of yourself was cleaned.

Butcher watched enraptured as you finished and released his wrist. He palmed his cock, letting out a breath.

“You wanna blow me on the way home, or have me fuck you in some parking lot on that way? Mother of God what did I do to deserve you?”

You shrugged. “Probably something terrible.”

Butcher let out a laugh as he started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

(This got out of HAND😭 hope you all enjoyed!!)

[carlasnow29]

You're working with a professional here!

BEETLEJUICE, 1988

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Jeffrey Dean Morgan photographed by Matt Doyle - Sharp Magazine (Oct. 2015)

[carlasnow29]

-Birds of a feather ~A Dean Winchester oneshot~

Summary: you and dean used to be a thing, attached at the hip like birds of a feather, he thinks you guys should stick together and honestly, so do you...

Word count:(?)

Pairing: dean winchester x fem!hunter!reader

Warnings: hurt to comfort, slight angst, fluff, illusions to sex but none takes place, sam being a supporter/wingman, kisses, touches, mutual pining, reader playing hard to get(just a lil bit), teasing, that's it! lmk if I missed stuff<33

A/N: Hey... how yall doing... I know i've been absent and i'm sorry, so here's a little fic to bring back the life in my blog!

You and dean were the "IT" couple. You guys did everything together, you guys were two peas in a pod. He loved and adored you and you respected and loved him.

You guys were made for each other and it showed. Sam used to get disgusted after a while when you two were so smitten about each other, but then came the arguments.

The arguments about the tiniest things. the arguments that led to angry sex. The moaning, and sweat on each others bodies. The feeling of him inside you was always a good way to release the stress, but then after that there would be a good day and then the cycle started again.

Until there was no more sex, just arguments that led to dean leaving at all hours of the night and you finding comfort in his younger brother.

Talking to sam felt like the best thing in the world every time you fought with dean. You hated fighting with him. He was your love, your future husband, the man of your dreams.

He meant the world to you, and you couldn't bear losing him to some shapeshifter or some demon or even just speeding to fast in his car.

That's why it hurt you when sam got the call that his brother was seriously injured in the hospital due to a car crash. He loved his car so it shocked you when you found out.

JANUARY 6TH 2004, LAWRENCE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL, 11:01PM...

You both rushed to the hospital and never left his side. When he finally woke up, you hated to break it to him but you couldn't do it anymore. The arguments, the cold shoulders, him driving off and staying out drinking his life away in all hours of the night.

You kissed him goodbye and left. You lived with Bobby for a little while just until you got on your feet but then you found out a demon was after you for what your father did, something you'll never know.

He's been dead for a little while. Your father. You've been trying to follow in his tracks for a while now.

But anyway, you have been living with Bobby for a while now and every time Bobby said that Dean and Sam were coming over, you always made sure you were never home.

But one day, Bobby didn't tell you and you heard the rev of that impala and immediately froze. You were in your room finishing up your drawing on this Wendigo you killed last week for Bobby with the help of Rufus.

"Hey bobby, what's up." Sam spoke, the vibration of his voice echoing around the halls.

You grabbed your sketchbook and tried to sneak downstairs and run out the back to where your car was parked but unfortunately, they were in the kitchen where the backdoor was.

You peeked in and of course Dean had to be the first one to notice you.

"C'mon out and stop hiding ya ijit!" bobby calls out drawing now Sams attention. Both of the Winchester brother's had wide eyes as they watched you come out from the corner.

You were wearing a black long sleeved crop-top with baggy jeans that had stars on the pant legs.

"I'm not an ijit bobby, how many times are you gonna call me that!?" you ask bobby while rolling your eyes trying not to acknowledge the brothers, specifically Dean whose eyes cannot leave your body and face.

'When did you get so many piercings.' he thought to himself.

"Well when you stop leaving the house for hours everytime I tell you there coming over, you haven't seen em in months almost a year now, you can't keep hiding." Bobby tells you.

you sigh and look at the both of them and that's when you lock eyes with dean again.

"Hey dean. Hey sam."

"Hey." they say in unison. you give them a tightlipped awkward smile and then put your journal down.

"Wanna see some of the drawings of my most recent kills so far? It's a lot of vampires, demons, wendigo's you know, the whole shebang." you aks with a smile.

They both smile at you like there proud and say sure. you nod and open your journal.

You had some notes and details next to your drawings. They all looked at it in fascination and awe.

"These are amazing! Did you hunt them all on your own?" Sam asks as he flips through the pages.

"N-no, well kinda. I had help every now and then." you say looking at bobby with a smile.

He grew to be your father and you really appreciated him for who he was and what he's done for you.

"These are really great but uh, can I talk to you outside for a minute? Please?" Dean asks looking at you with those puppy dog eyes that you knew you couldn't say no to.

"Yeah Dean, sure... cmon." you say as you walk outside with him near all of bobby's abandoned junky cars.

"What's up dean?" you asks folding your arms across your chest.

"how have you been?" he asks keeping it casual and short.

"I've been doing fine, how about you?" he smiles and steps a bit closer to you. you fight the urge to step back.

"I've been thinking about you. For months. Wonderin' where you've been, how you've been holdin' up but I see you've been doin' just fine." he says with a slight tilt of his head.

"Yea I have de-"

"I ain't finished just yet doll. Why have you been avoiding us? Avoiding me?" he asks sternly.

you roll your eyes, 'here we go'.

The conversation you've been dreading to have. You thought he'd just leave it alone but what the hell were you thinking?

This is Dean, THE Dean Winchester we are talking about here. He's relentless until he gets his way.

"Look Dean, I really don't want to talk about this right now ok? I don't wanna argue with you." you tell him in the most nicest way possible.

"Ok..." he takes a long pause. "Why not?" he asks, making you sigh a very annoyed and long sigh.

"Because Dean, the way we could turn a civil conversation into an argument was honestly stupid and insane, so please for the sake of saving me a headache and meltdown and you getting into another severe car crash, drop it." you explain to him.

His eyes soften almost. Letting the relentless side of him slowly fade away bringing out your dean, the soft mushy bear dean.

"You- you still remember that night?" he asks softly.

"dean I remember it like it was yesterday. All I have are nightmares of you in the hospital, your heart stopped beating for 5 minutes! How could I not think about how the man I loved died right in front of me over a damn argument! I always blame myself!" you shout.

"You shouldn't ha-" he starts.

"I shouldn't what? Have that guilt?! Oh, but I do Dean. Every day I play scenarios in my head. M-Maybe i-if I was more understanding then you wouldn't have left, maybe if I wasn't so mad over the smallest thing, maybe if I just talked it out like a normal human being, then maybe, MAYBE! the love of my life would still be with me right now."

His eyes widen. He's stunned at your confession but you don't even give him time to talk as you walk towards your car, A Cadillac DTS.

You hop in and drive off.

~NOVEMBER 18TH 2005, BOBBY'S GARAGE, 9:30PM~

Your car finally pulls up in the driveway and you notice that dean's impala is still here. 'So there staying the night huh?' you thought.

you turn off your car and get out. you open the door with the key you have and walk inside the house.

Bobby's asleep on the couch in front of the new tv you bought him two weeks ago.

You smile and grab the nearest blanket you can find and wrap it around him to shield him from the cold outside.

You lay a soft kiss to his head and whisper him a goodnight. you turn around and notice a figure standing in the kitchen, you jump and pull out your pocket knife but you realize it's just Sam.

"Hey, sam." you greet quietly.

H eturns around clearly pretending to not know about your prescence and smiles.

"Oh hey! I promised Bobby I'd still be awake in case you ever came back." he says as you walk over to stand next to him.

"aw thank's Sammy." you say with a geniune smile to which he reciprocates.

"hey, can I uhm, tell you something that I think you should hear?" he asks shifting his weight.

"yea go ahead." you respond crossing your arms in front of you, a habit you had.

"Dean hasn't been focused or okay ever since you left. He's been kinda broken. Screwing any girl that looked at him the right way or taking his anger out on me and that's nothing I can't handle but, I just hate seeing him like that." Sam expresses.

"Hate seeing him like what?" you ask concerned.

"Like a part of him is missing. Whenever I look at dean, he's staring into nothing, as if he's dead. There are nights where he mutters your name and hugs the motel pillows like they are you. Only to wake up facing the reality that your not there, your not here with him anymore." he explains.

"I just can't keep seeing my brother drink and fuck his life away until he slowly fades into nothing. I watched him die for 5 minutes, I'm not going to watch him suffer anymore. Please, bring the life back into my brother, that is all I ask." Sam asks and then walks away.

"goodnight." he say lastly before dissappearing into the other room.

you stand there, contemplating on what you just heard, clearly not seeing the effect you left not only on dean but on sam as well. It tugs at your heart and suddenly you feel dizzy, almost like you can't breathe.

You step outside for a second and breathe in the cool air. You sit down and cry, you just cry and cry.

~MEANWHILE, INSIDE WITH SAM AND DEAN, 3 HOURS PRIOR~

"Sam come on please. You gotta tell her. I can't keep doing this anymore, you said it yourself Sammy." dean pleads with sam.

Dean had asked Sam to talk to you, to just tell her how he's been feeling and tell her that he needs you, that he can't keep living without you.

After you broke up with him so randomly in the hospital, he just couldn't keep going.

He was constantly overstimulated and constantly angry. The anger in him never died down until he saw you today for the first time in months.

His heart warmed up at the thought of seeing you in that outfit and being so bubbly, it made him miss you all the more.

Like a burning flame that was slowly dying and losing its light and being drained of its passion by the coldness of your heart.

It left him stunned that you could do something to him after such a tramatic experience.

All he wanted was for you to fuel him back to life, bring the happiness back into his life.

All those other chicks he fucked and left in different towns just weren't doing it for him anymore.

Not like you.

You had him hooked. Enfatued by your mere presence. He needed to be careful with you though.

Placing the sofest touch to the weakest petal. Caring for you like a rare feather.

He never wanted you to leave his side, because right now? He was going crazy in the maze in his empty mind.

He may be speaking in poems or riddle form but for you? He couldn't contain or shield his seeping heart that was torn.

And that his why his brother had to confess that to you, what dean didn't predict was for it to go that way.

~BACK TO THE PRESENT- NOVEMBER 18TH 2005, 10:45PM~

Your just sitting outside now, all forms of crying done. You didn't know how much you hurt dean that night.

You were just doing what was best for you, but I guess that was you being selfish. You only added salt to an already salty wound.

You made him bleed more than he did that night. You made his heart collapse.

He was your everything, and you guess seeing him die that night, you felt the need to distance yourself as much as possible to make sure you didn't lose him again.

And yet, all you did was hurt him even more and make your life and his ten times worse.

Bobby was right, you couldn't keep hiding from him. He was your savior and your becon.

He was always there at your beck and call. You both flew together like two parrots in love.

You stuck by each other like seahorses. You made him whole and he made you complete.

You were each other's puzzle pieces. He was the Clyde to your Bonnie.

You were going to do everything and anything it takes to get him back to you.

You get up, ready to open the door but someones hand is already turning the knob before you and it swings open.

Dean...

"Oh sorry, I didn't know anyone was out here," he announces tiredly.

Your frozen, you forgot how good Dean always looked when he woke up in the middle of the night.

Tousled hair, soft pink lips, and glazed-over eyes shining in the moonlight.

"n-no it's ok, I was actually going to come look for you. I wanted to talk to you. Is that ok?"

"Yea yea, that's fine with me." he says a slight smile on his face.

You both sit down staring at the stars in silence before Dean speaks up.

“so, what’s wrong?” He speaks out into the misty air of the night.

“I’m so fucking sorry. I should have never left you that night. You died and then came back and you were fucking suffering and I just hurt you even more. I know you can probably never forgive me for that and I just wanted to let you know that I am incredibly sorry. I love you Dean, your the love of my life, your my safe place. I wouldn’t even be alive half the time if it wasn’t for you, I am grateful for you, your my future husband and I know I ruined my chance of ever getting to kiss you again but just know it’s ok and I’m sorry.” You speak out in one breath!

Dean blinks as it takes him a second to register what you said because you spoke so fast but he eventually chuckled and pulls you closer to him.

“Oh doll, I love you so much and I forgive you, why wouldn’t I? You’re the only thing that kept me going. My motivation to find my dad, my motivation to move on and protect Sam. I don't know where I would be without you and my brother. I love you for that and I’m grateful to have you here with me right now. No more focusing on the past, time for the future. Cmon, let’s go inside.” He says with a smile on his face

you nod and smile grabbing deans hand so he can pull you up. He walks towards the door to open it and you stop him by grabbing his hand.

“Dean wait!” you exclaim. He turns around with confusion and you grab his face and kiss him. You kiss him roughly and you kiss him with so much passion.

He grabs your waist and kisses you back with the same amount of passion.

you both break the kiss and rest your heads on each other.

“don’t know what that was for but I really liked it.” Dean speaks with a smirk on his face to which you giggle at.

“wanted to seal the deal of our love.” You say with a smile.

“your such a tease you know that? I was pining for you all day.” He says with a smile

“well what can I say? I’m a girl that likes to play hard to get. The moment I laid eyes on you today I wanted to pounce on you.”

“Well baby, you got all night.” He says with a smirk and a wink.

Birds of a feather, we always knew you two would stick together...

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