You Can't Sit With Us

you can't sit with us

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Oh me, oh my! Okay first of all, congrats on the 1k!

This is my first prompt l've ever requested! So I do apologize if it's trash!

Could I get something along the lines of Crosshair x Fem!Reader where reader is drunkenly teasing him at a tavern after a successful mission and he's being his grumpy self telling her to knock it off and one thing leads to another and he's fucking her in the bathroom of the tavern up against the wall?

Thank you! I love your writing and congrats on the 1K!

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Whoo hoo! Congrats on your first request! haha. I can see the thirst for Crosshair is alive and well, considering the number of requests I got for him. 😂 As is the usual, I suffered from The Crosshair Effect™️ while writing this, which is where you set out to write a lil shortie and it ends up being thrice as long. So here's two thousand words of smoldering Crosshair hotness. Content warnings below the cut.

Crosshair x Fem!Reader - WC: 2k - NSFW

Content: semi-public hand job, affectionately rude nickname, a bit of teasing dirty talk, very repetitive and painstakingly clear confirmation of consent, heavy petting/kissing, oral (f receiving), and sex against the wall! 🥳 I'm also gonna tag @99tech99 on this one because it's kinda similar to your request, although not quite the dynamic of reader being more shy/embarrassed... Also tagging @smw-on-kamino because it might satisfy your request a bit too. ;)

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It had been simmering between you and Crosshair for a long time. Mission after mission, shore leave after shore leave. The way he looked at you made your panties wet, and you were pretty sure you had the same effect on him as well. You’d made out a few times when you found a split second to yourselves, but each time you were interrupted by comms or the rest of the squad’s imminent arrival, leaving you aching for so much more. 

More recently, you’d pushed him into a narrow alley, groping him over his clothes as he did the same to you, mouthing your neck and murmuring what he wanted to do to you. You wanted it too, and you said as much as you pulled off his codpiece and reached into his blacks to grip his cock firmly. He groaned, thrusting into your hand as you smoothed his arousal along his length. It provided just enough lubricant to allow you to work him slowly, languidly stroking from his base to his tip. Impatient and desperate, you pulled his blacks down just enough to free his cock completely. It sprang into your hand as you shoved him against the wall and continued, gripping more tightly as you jerked him off. He reached for you, trying to slip his own fingers inside your underwear, but you pulled away, nipping his earlobe teasingly as he growled under his breath.

“You’re going to pay for this,” he whispered hoarsely, his silken voice broken by his inflamed desire. 

“Oh no,” you smiled, kissing his neck as you pumped his cock faster. He shuddered, tensing from head to toe, then came hard, stifling his moans into your shoulder as he made a delicious mess all over your hand. You caressed him gently as he came down from his climax, watching his facade go up as quickly as it had come down. That’s okay, you thought. You just wanted to rile him up in anticipation of the next shore leave, when you hoped to spend an entire night together in privacy and pleasure. 

“Little shit,” he muttered affectionately, stuffing his business back into his base layer and replacing his armor pieces. You tapped his chest plate, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. 

“I want to come on your cock next time,” you purred, relishing his sharp inhale and darkened gaze as he cursed under his breath. 

* * * 

Fortune was in your favor, somewhat, the next time you all had a night off. You’d found a raucous tavern on some backwater planet and were blowing off some steam with the locals. Wrecker was making all kinds of credits with various arm-wrestling bets, and the others had returned to the ship early. Crosshair was beside you, nursing his own drink, but his expression was growing increasingly sour. You tried to tease, tried to be playful, even tried to be nice, but he was having none of it. You knew this little game of his, though. You just weren’t sure how it would lead into the night of intimacy you had planned in the tiny hotel room you’d saved up some credits for. 

“Want to play dejarik?” you invited, sliding a hand up his thigh. You loved seeing him in civvies.  

“No,” he grumbled, flicking his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. 

“Had enough of getting beaten?”

He cast you a sharp yet harmless glance, then lazily returned his eyes to the obnoxious crowd all around. 

“What’s up your butt?” you finally asked, turning to face him more fully. 

“Nothing. It’s just loud in here… and full of idiots.”

“Ah yes, the usual struggle,” you grinned. You adopted a coquettish approach, lowering your eyelashes as you fixed him with a sultry gaze. “If only there were some way I could help you feel better.”

“Why are you teasing me?” His voice was low, almost dangerous, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Who says I’m teasing?” you purred. 

“What am I supposed to do here? The streets are full of people. Maker knows this place is as well. The ship isn’t empty. So what? Find a bush somewhere?”

“First of all, I’ve got all the bush you need,” you snickered as he rolled his eyes, but you caught the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Secondly…” you took another swig of your drink, feeling pleasantly warm and fuzzy and a bit more emboldened than usual. “I’m sure you could find a way.”

“A way to what?”

“I think you know,” you smiled, tugging your shirt down a little more, satisfied as you watched his eyes rove across your cleavage. His fingers twitched on his cup. “Hmm,” you sighed. “Seems like you want these in your hands.”

“Stop it,” he growled, but you could sense his fortitude weakening by the second. You weren’t sure why he was keeping you at bay, to be honest. Neither of you were the shy type, nor did you have many qualms about semi-public passion. 

“Why?” You made a pouty face, idly tracing the tops of your breasts with a few fingers. “Maybe you want these in your mouth instead?” His inhale had a bit of a shudder to it. 

“Are you drunk?” he asked, eyeing you with laser focus. 

“No,” you deflected, squinting at him through your bubbly haze. “Okay, I’m a little tipsy, but I’m not drunk. Just enough to make it an extra good time,” you winked. 

“Not gonna happen.” His finished his glass, taking it and yours, now empty as well, and rising to his feet. You followed suit, indignant and confused. Insecurity was starting to creep in as you wondered if he wasn’t as into you as you’d been led to believe. He returned the glasses to the bar, an unnaturally courteous move, then jerked his head toward the hallway. “Gonna use the fresher, then we can head back to the ship.”

“But… Cross…” you stuttered, following after him. He reached the refresher door and disappeared inside without a backward glance. Now you were in an odd state… horny and giddy, yet unsure of yourself and a little disappointed. You’d been riling yourself up all day for what you’d hoped would go down (spoiler – him). When he came back out, brushing the remaining dampness off his hands, you crossed your arms in front of your chest. 

“What?” he asked defensively. 

“I’m not leaving,” you declared, not really sure where you were going with this. “Until we clear this up.”

“Clear what up?” he hissed, stepping forward to toy with your waist, to your great delight.

“I want you.” Might as well come out with it. You thought you’d been clear as day before. 

“Mhm.”

“Mhm?! What kind of answer is that? Do you not want it?” Your agitation was coming out, as was his. He leaned in closer, cupping the side of your face and drawing his thumb down the middle of your lower lip, eyes intense as they slid from your mouth to your eyes. 

“Of course I want it,” he said in a low voice, sending a jolt of electricity to your core. “But not when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk,” you insisted. “Plus… you know I would have fucked you weeks ago if we ever found a kriffing time or place. I got us a room tonight,” you confessed, heart skipping a beat as his gaze darkened. 

“You did?”

“Yeah,” your voice quavered, torn between desire and a desperate need for him to show you just how hungry he was to wrap his body around your own. 

“You’re sure you want this?” he asked, silken voice a stark contrast to his scrutinizing stare. 

“Hell yes,” you grinned, realizing the source of all this hesitation. “Crosshair,” you purred, gliding a hand along his chest, feeling him stiffen slightly under your touch. “I feel pleasantly buzzed. I know exactly what’s happening. I don’t feel pressured. And I sure as fuck won’t regret it in the morning.” You could feel his tension building, as though he were ready to snap and take you right then and there. “Now are you going to give it to me or not?” You lifted your chin, meeting his gaze. A challenge. 

He exhaled hard, pushing you against the wall rather quickly, and you gasped in delight as his lips crashed into yours. Again and again. He tugged and sucked, nipped and licked, and you were reeling from the sheer force of his passion. He grabbed your thigh, lifting it around his waist as he leaned in, grinding his hard length against you. You’d chosen a short skirt for a reason, and the feeling of him against your wet satin panties had you whining into his mouth. 

He glanced around, aware of the numerous people nearby, and dropped your leg suddenly, pulling you into the refresher and locking the door. It was single-occupancy, which made it perfect, because your shirt was already on the ground and you were in his arms, tugging his shirt over his head as he kicked his pants off. 

“Gods, you got naked fast,” you chuckled, tilting your head as his mouth ravaged your neck. 

“Problem?” His breath tickled your collarbone as he unhooked your bra with one hand and whipped it off your arms effortlessly. Fuck, he was hot. 

“Only that you’re not inside of me.” He snorted, cupping your breasts and squeezing them just hard enough to know that you were going to have your mind blown in a few minutes. Then he hiked your skirt up to your waist and dropped to his knees. Dextrous fingers grazed along your thighs before tracing a single, tantalizing line up the middle of your panties, and his heavy-lidded eyes flickered up to you, eyebrows curved in needy desire. He leaned in, brushing his nose against your sex before moving to the waistband, taking the fabric between his teeth and moving it down. You wiggled to help, biting your lip at the sight of him, and once they reached your ankles, you flung them off your foot. 

“Look at you,” he crooned, rising up on his knees a bit to kiss your inner thigh. “The sounds I’m going to make you make…”

“You can– ahhhh.” Your words died on your lips as he buried his face in your pussy, waggling his tongue on your clit with no warning and making your knees shake. Your hand flew to the top of his head to steady yourself, and you flung your head back against the wall as his strong arms wrapped around your thighs, tilting your hips to give him better access. He gently pulled up the hood of your clit with a thumb, exposing you even more, and flicked his tongue so lightly it was absolute torture. Your legs were trembling as he continued to lick, sliding his mouth along your folds before plunging his tongue in. You cursed loudly, bucking your hips into his face as he moved, holding you steady as he pressed his face between your legs, moaning against your pussy and nearly sending you over the edge. When he sucked your clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, your knees really did buckle, caught only by his strong shoulders. 

“Can’t take it, princess?” he gloated, rising to his feet and scooping your legs up on either side of him. He shifted his weight forward, pinning you against the wall with his hips, holding your legs open. 

“Are you fucking kidding me,” you panted, more from disbelief at his strength than indignation at his taunt. 

“Minus the kidding.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, spread wide for him as he pressed his cock against your entrance, sliding it along the slick mess he’d made of you. Fingernails dug into your thighs as he toyed with you, slipping his head between your folds before pulling it back out. It was intoxicating and infuriating all at once, and you tried to move your hips toward him, aching to have him fully. He was losing any semblance of restraint, breathing hard as he held you tighter, and he sank in slowly, earning a long, blissful moan from you with each painstaking inch. He finally bottomed out, shuddering involuntarily as his eyes fluttered closed, and you ran a hand up the back of his head, the other gripping his shoulder for dear life. 

“Now who can’t take it?” you teased, a jolt of energy bursting in your gut as his eyes flew open, dark and lustful beneath lowered brows. He drew his hips back then thrust into you hard, the slapping sound almost drowning out your gasp. “Fuck yes,” you breathed, fueling the fire even more. He lowered his head to your neck, sucking a mark onto it as he pushed his cock in again and again. Your entire body was moving up and down, waves of ecstasy crashing over you with each sinful drive of his hips against you. He watched your tits bounce as he picked up the pace, panting against your collarbone as he pounded you. Your moans grew louder, fingers digging into his flesh as his cock dragged against your walls again and again. You didn’t know how much more you could take, but you also didn’t ever want it to end. So when he angled himself to hit your sensitive spot with deepening thrusts, rearranging your insides until you were whimpering in delirious euphoria, you dropped a hand between your legs The feeling of his slick cock pumping your pussy was intoxicating, and with barely a touch to your clit, you were coming. Loudly. 

He groaned helplessly as you clenched around him, your curses and pleas pushing him toward his own climax. You rubbed yourself through your orgasm; it seemed to last forever, and as you slowly came down, he relaxed his pace as well, eventually setting you down on your wobbly legs. You held onto him for dear life, caressing the curves of his back, which was covered in a light sheen of sweat. When you had finally regained your senses enough to take a deep, shuddering breath, you looked at him in hazy bliss. 

“What about you?” you murmured, feeling his cheeks curve into a smile where they rested against the side of your face. 

“I think you’ve got one more in you,” he whispered, sending a shiver down your spine. 

He was probably right. 

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What Are You Wearing?

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

W/C: 400 (lazy writing)

Rating: R, 18+ (no spice but pretty close)

A/N: I started this months ago but apparently never finished it. Whoops! So here it is :D

It's set in S3, EP 6+7 (Infiltration and Extraction), so very slight season 3 spoilers. Divider by @stars-n-spice

While at Teth, you decide to use Rex’s offered hospitality to finally wash your grimy clothes. But finding yourself without anything to change into, you steal Crosshair’s blacks. Just the top, though, as the bottoms don’t fit. It comes down just long enough to hit your mid-thigh.

Your clothes should be done, so you make your way across the base, not noticing several pairs of eyes following you.

You do, however, notice when Crosshair cuts across your path, glowering at you.

“What are you wearing?”

“Oh, my clothes are in the wash, so I had to borrow your blacks. Sorry, but my stuff should be done now. I was just on my way to grab them now.”

“Pants?”

“Yeah, in the wash.”

“No. From my blacks.”

You glance down at your bare legs. “They’re back on your bunk.”

“I’m aware. Care to tell me why?”

You shrug. “They wouldn’t stay up. The shirt is long enough, anyway. It’s fine.”

Crosshair grabs your arm, his grip firm but not tight enough to hurt.

“No. It isn’t.”

He drags you to one of the empty back rooms, pressing you against the door once it closes behind you and making you shiver.

“Wanna tell me why it isn’t fine, kitten?” he asked, nipping harshly at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

“Cause – oh, fuck!” you hiss as his knee comes up to press firmly against your core. But when you try to rock against him, he stops you, demanding his answer. “Cause everyone could see.”

Crosshair growled and pulled you along his thigh, making you writhe on him. “Everyone did see. Saw their eyes track you across the damn room.”

It always surprised you when Crosshair’s jealousy got the better of him, but it never failed to light you up.

You nuzzle into his neck, pressing your tongue against his pulse point until his grip on your hips starts to feel like it’ll bruise.

“They didn’t see everything. That’s just for you.”

Crosshair’s kiss is demanding and all-consuming. His lips dance over yours, forcing them to give beneath his, before he bunches the fabric of his shirt at your sides, teasingly pulling his hands up slowly.

“That’s right. Now show me what’s mine.”

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cruelty - billy butcher x reader

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details: butcher is being a real ass, so you decide to run away for a bit <3

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"Well, if ya' tried putting effort into any of these missions, then the rest of us wouldn't have to carry you around like dead weight."

Butcher's words hung in the air before piercing me. I met his gaze, waiting to see if he'd display even a tiny ounce of regret, but his face remained stoic, and his eyes bore into mine unapologetically.

No one said anything, and a tense silence encompassed the group. Everyone was waiting to see if I had a rebuttal to defend myself against Butcher's harsh accusation.

But I had nothing to say. For weeks, Butcher had been unusually nasty towards me, a complete switch from our old dynamic. Instead of his praise that I'd grown used to, he'd hurl nothing but criticism and bitter insults my way. And what made it worse was that he was charming to everyone else. Well, as charming as Butcher was capable of being.

The whole situation was disheartening and confusing because he and I used to be quite close. Yes, we had a significant age gap between us. But those years didn't hinder our ability to connect over our love of bizarre humor and sarcasm.

The rest of the boys assumed that we had had some misunderstanding or disagreement, but nothing of the sort had transpired. I had tried approaching Butcher to coax the reasoning for his cruelty out of him, but he brushed me off, refusing to give me the time of day.

But today was the last straw. I refused to linger any longer in an environment where I wasn't wanted or appreciated. Wordlessly and full of resolve, I turned on my heel and headed for the comfort of my room.

"Kid, wait," MM called, trying to fix the situation, but it was useless. I slammed my bedroom door behind me and slowly sank to the floor.

I didn't bother stopping my tears as they shamefully slid down my face. Through my blurred vision, I pulled out my phone and composed a text to an old friend.  

Me:

Hey, do you still need help this weekend?

I used to be a drug dealer and ran in various questionable circles to support myself before I joined The Boys. But I still had friends from my former life that I kept in touch with, and every once in a while, I'd dip my toe back into the drug scene when they needed help with an extra burdensome deal. And right now, I was desperate for any excuse to get out of here.

Alex:

Have you changed your mind about joining?

Me:

Yeah, I have. It's an out-of-town one, right?

Alex:

Yup. We'll be gone for at least three days, so pack a bag. And you can crash here tonight because we have to head out early in the morning.

Grateful for the impromptu getaway, I packed my small duffle bag with my spare pair of black jeans, sweaters since it was getting cold outside, and other essentials like face wash and my phone charger.

Considering it was just past midnight, I didn't have to wait long before I heard the guys mumble goodnight to each other from the other side of my door before they all retreated to their respective rooms.

I waited five minutes to be safe before opening my door and peering out. The common room in our bunker under the pawn shop was empty, and I took it as an opportunity to sneak out. I tiptoed up the old wooden stairs and breathed a sigh of relief after bolting through the old store and out the door, letting the chilly New York air blow across my face.

The walk to Alex's apartment was short because I was already close to that side of town. And I arrived soon enough with my duffle bag in tow.

"You look like shit," Alex said, opening their apartment door and quickly letting me in.

"Well, hello to you too."

Alex snorted as they pulled me in for a hug before directing me towards the couch I would be sleeping on that night.

"Don't let the bed bugs bite!" They called, heading into their room to rest for the night.

I dumped my bag on the floor and fell onto the couch. It squeaked loudly in protest, and I felt several springs dig into my spine. But I wasn't complaining. Anything was better than sharing a wall with Butcher, knowing the hate he now carried for me. Besides, he snored terribly loud, which the entire group complained about daily.

After some extensive tossing and turning, I fell into a fitful sleep.

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"Rise and shine, motherfucker!" Alex yelled.

I jerked awake before immediately falling onto the floor. The decades-old carpet did little to cushion the blow, and I groaned loudly as my head throbbed in protest.

I peered up at Alex from my place on the floor and saw them holding two coffee cups. "Want some?"

"Yes, please." I rose gingery before sitting back on the sofa and accepting one of the steaming mugs. I took a small sip and nodded thanks to my friend.

"We need to get on the road in twenty minutes because our first client expects us to arrive at eight tonight. And I don’t want to be late so we can make a good first impression."

"I think the eighteen pounds of coke you're selling them should help win their approval," I said, taking an enormous gulp of the caffeinated beverage.

"Speaking of coke, I need you to help load it into the car. Come on."

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"You gonna answer that?" Alex asked from the driver's seat on our way to Bardstown, Kentucky.

"No. It's probably just spam."

Alex glanced from the road ahead to give me a knowing look. "I don't think any spam caller would ever waste their time calling the same person two hundred times."

"It's not my fault they're dedicated to their job," I mumbled.

My friend chuckled, shaking their head.

I rolled my eyes and finally peered at my phone after ignoring its constant ringing for six hours. Hughie had texted me a wapping eighty-seven times and called me fifty-one times, which wasn't surprising because he did tend to be a phone stalker. I scrolled through his messages, landing on the most recent one sent three minutes ago.

Hughie:

Look, I get that you're pissed at Butcher, and that's probably why you left. But please let us know that you're safe. We're freaking out over here.

I sighed heavily before I forced my fingers to type out a response.

Me:

I'm fine. I'm out of town helping a friend. Sorry to worry you. I'll be back on Monday.

I pondered over the words before deciding to go ahead and send it. It was a little colder and more direct than how I usually communicated, especially to Hughie. But I knew he'd understand.

Hughie's reply came within seconds. But before I could read it, the notification of an incoming call covered my screen. A lump formed in my throat when I saw Butcher's name flashing in front of my eyes. My thumb hovered over the 'accept' button before I shook my head and hurriedly declined the call. I am sure he only called to yell at me for disappearing, and I wasn't in the mood to be reprimanded by him.

"I can drive the rest of the way," I offered, returning my focus to Alex.

"No thanks, I'm good," They responded like I knew they would. Alex was very particular about driving and refused to get into an operating motor vehicle unless they were the one behind the wheel. I respected that, but it still felt like the right thing to do was offer so it didn't look like I was putting the burden of transportation on them.

My phone vibrated, notifying me that I'd received another text, and I reluctantly viewed the message.

Butcher:

I know you ignored my call.

Ok? And the sky is also blue. I'm so glad he's able to notice the obvious. At least there's nothing wrong with him in that department.

Just as I decided to ignore his text, his name lit up on my phone again, signaling another incoming call. I slumped in my seat, and groaned under my breath. Again, my finger pushed the red icon, sending him straight to voicemail. Not even a second later, Butcher began to call for the third time.

"You know," said Alex, "If you answered the phone, they might stop calling."

"I'd answer if it was anyone else. I refuse to talk to this particular person."

"Alright, have it your way," they muttered, changing lanes.

We fell quiet, and the only sound was my phone as it buzzed with a final text.

Butcher:

Please come back.

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"I'd say that was pretty successful," I declared as we pulled into our Kentucky motel the next day. We had just finished our final deal, and while it was a little tedious, Alex's client ended up being happy overall with their purchase and promised they'd do business again.

"Yeah, thank God," Alex replied, cutting the engine after pulling into a parking spot. "I'm just grateful you were there. I think your presence was a great influence. You're still a legend in the drug community," they smirked.

I laughed lightly. "I'm happy to help anytime."

"Watch out because I will hold you to that promise."

We piled out of the car, and I waited out front while Alex headed in to get the key to our room. It was just past one in the morning, and I glanced over my shoulder, staying on high alert.

Alex exited the front entrance and dangled a key triumphantly. After entering our room, we each fell onto a twin-sized bed, and I watched as Alex almost instantly fell asleep.

I curled up on the wrinkled comforter for a few minutes before sitting up and rummaging through my bag for my phone; it had died a couple of hours ago, and now was my first opportunity to charge it.

I had received a text from Hughie asking if I was ok, to which I replied that I was, and I hadn't heard from Butcher since I'd blocked him last night when he proceeded to call me every thirty seconds, disrupting my sleep.

With nothing else to do, I slipped my jeans off, stashed my handheld in the bedside drawer, rolled under the covers, and attempted to sleep.

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"That was fun. We should do it again sometime," Alex said as they pulled up to the pawn shop.

I nodded my head. "Yeah, it felt like old times."

We hugged before I got out of the car and looked up at the one building I wanted to avoid more than anything. Three days wasn't long enough, and I genuinely considered asking Alex if they wanted a roommate. But their jeep was already speeding down the road, so I had no choice but to enter the pawn shop and descend the familiar steps.

"You're back!" yelped Hughie as he rushed forward and wrapped his arms around me. I stumbled back before gaining my balance and returning the hug. "Yeah," I replied lamely.

I nodded to Frenchie and MM before they both turned to Hughie. "You ready?" MM asked, and Hughie replied that he was.

"D'accord, let's go," Frenchie said, and the three of them passed me as they headed upstairs and out of the pawn shop, leaving me alone with Butcher, who stood by the couch.

"Y'alright?"

I ignored his question and headed for the solitude of my room.

"Oi, I'm fuckin' talking to you." Butcher barked, and I heard his boots stomp in my direction. He wrapped a large hand around my arm, spinning me around. "Don't ever fuckin' do that again, ya' hear? You 'bout did me fuckin' head in, running off like that."

Butcher's face was inches from mine, and his warm breath fanned out across my cheeks and neck, causing goosebumps to flare. "I guess you forgot that I can take care of myself," I muttered bitterly as I wrenched my arm from his grasp and pushed the door open to my bedroom. Much to my dismay, Butcher followed me in.

"What's with the fuckin' attitude?" he demanded, crossing his arms. "You're acting like a right twat."

I whirled around as I threw my bag onto the floor, my nostrils flaring. "Oh, so you're allowed to have an attitude, but I'm not?" I glared daggers at him. "Get out."

"No. We're gonna talk," Butcher pressed, standing his ground.

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Well, too fuckin' bad, sweetheart. I ain’t leaving until you tell me what kind of stick is up your bum, and why the bloody hell you fucked off for three days without telling anyone."

"It's a free country, and I'm allowed to go where I please," I shot back. "Besides, I figured I'd give you all a break from carrying my dead weight around. I hear it can be quite tiring."

Butcher's mouth opened before he closed it, taking a beat before speaking, "S’that’s what this is about, eh? The fact that I called you dead weight the other night? No offense, love. But if a comment like that was enough to drive ya' out of town, you've gotten too sensitive."

"It wasn't just that one comment, William. It's the fact that you've been terrible to me for weeks now, and the shittiest part of it all is that I have no idea what I've done to deserve it!" I exclaimed, panting slightly as my shoulders rose and fell. Butcher raised a brow, and I scoffed, flopping on the bed. "Forget it. Now, would you mind kindly fucking off and leaving me alone?"

I turned away, and Bucther sighed quietly. A couple of seconds passed before the bed dipped behind me.

"M'sorry, alright?" he said quietly.

"Whatever, I don't even care anymore," I muttered, picking at the skin on the side of my nail.

"Yes, ya’ do."

My stomach flipped as Butcher carefully reached up and brushed the hair off my shoulder. "I didn't realize I was hurting ya' so much. I thought I was doing what was best."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, turning back to face him. A calloused finger traced my cheek before his hand fell limply in his lap. Even though Butcher never slept more than a couple of hours a night, this was the first time I'd seen him look truly tired.

"I needed to push you away, and I figured a bit of tough love would do the trick." Butcher's hazel eyes met mine. "I realize I may've gone a bit too far."

"But why would you want to push me away? I thought we worked well together." My voice grew softer. "I thought you liked me."

"Oh, love, my feelings for you go way beyond like."

My thoughts became jumbled as I tried to comprehend what Butcher was saying, and I struggled to form a response, but it all ceased when he cupped my face in his hand. I instinctually leaned into his touch, and my eyes drooped, feeling serenity from the simple contact.

"M'sorry. M'so fucking sorry," Butcher apologized again. But this time, I saw emotion in his eyes. "You're the most precious thing in my life, and the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt ya'."

His lips gently grazed my forehead, placing a soft kiss there before continuing. “I'm no good for ya', doll. God only knows I'd fuck up an angel like you. In me own messed up head, pushing you away was the only way I could protect ya'."

"That's not true," I whispered, shaking my head, but Butcher didn't look convinced. "And even if it were true, I wouldn't care because I'm no saint either."

It was quiet between us, and our breaths were the only thing filling the small space. My gaze roamed Butcher's face before it fell on his lips, and I swallowed audibly.

"I want you, Billy."

Butcher looked torn. There was a deep crease between his brows, and his breathing grew quick as the seconds ticked by.

"I'll ruin you." His voice was rough, full of gravel.

"I'm already ruined."

Butcher's resolve began to fray before it split wide open, and his lips crashed into mine.

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