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[ When she speaks, it's in a rather neutral tone, perhaps leaning more towards monotone. ]

I can't seem to find our mutual friend.

So any special requests for dinner or are you going to let me surprise you?

Wake up, player. Omega is in your game. You may not believe us right now, but get ready. Omega aka Seth aka Desu aka your shiny new ‘Seto Kaiba’ player, won’t play nice for long. Get ready for the shit storm because it will happen. Sooner or later. Look at Fasti. Look at Erku. Look at Wankgate.

https://wankgate.dreamwidth.org/62377.html?thread=244501161#cmt244501161

(wynonna has been avoiding butcher since she got rescued from hellburbia. that whole weird happy marriage shit fucked with her. she had never wanted that, never even let herself want something that wasn't meant for people like her, and then she ended up in a fucked up hell version where she went to work and tortured people every day.

besides, even if she got rescued, waverly didn't, so working with people to break barbas' spell had been top priority. she had offered what magic fueled peacemaker for the spell, and did some of the cuts herself. she got got caught in the blood rain. and then she went to the feast and even though she knew better and isn't really a wine girl, she indulged anyways because she needed something to take the edge off. by the time she runs into butcher as she was leaving her fangs had popper out, new claws had grown, and her chin was stained with blood. she felt insatiable. had this been how it was for doc? for klaus? she's not with it enough to ponder that. she instead smirks)

Don't you look to die for.

[It's late in the afternoon by the time he lands in the back yard, and with the adrenaline and defiance snuffed out, he's just tired and stinging all over. None of the cuts are all that deep, but they all add up to a constant, inescapable irritation.

He leaves the blood-stained paper detailing his sins on the dining table, not bothering to stash it away. Maybe it's better if Billy sees it. He's fucking tired of hiding who he is.

Princess sniffs and whines after him as he shuts himself in the bathroom and starts to strip off. It's trickier than usual with the cut in his hand and the shirt clinging to his skin, more red than white.]

[It's one of those mornings. Homelander hasn't gotten dressed yet aside from his briefs, hasn't gotten any breakfast or even taken a fucking shower, and there he is, grabbed by a pair of oversized, overpowered goons and strapped to a brand new wheel of torture.

Charming.

He growls, his jaw threatening to unhinge as he thrashes against the bonds, trying to break the wheel and getting absolutely. Fucking. Nowhere.]

Fuck!

[This... may have been a mistake.

He was just bored, and curious, and maybe feeling a little defiant, wanting to explore one of the few places he was instructed to avoid -- because if there's no Vought here, then there's no reason for him to be taking orders, right? Not from anyone. Even Billy.

But maybe he should have listened, because right now, he feels like he's drowning, having breathed in too much of that thickly perfumed drug they've pumped into the air. His skin is burning hot, his shirt open, red lipstick and claw marks painting his chest, a beautiful woman that smells older than she looks pressed up against him. He's painfully hard, not enough oxygen supplied to his brain as he struggles to form a thought in the warm noodle soup his mind has turned to.]

W-wait--please, I--

[Her tongue swirls around his nipple, and he squirms and moans, head thumping back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut. Fuck.]

I--I should, uh... I think I need to... go home...

[His barely lucid stammering doesn't seem to convince her of anything -- it doesn't even convince him. He could just push her off, fly the hell away from here and take care of the emergency situation in his pants himself, but he can't seem to gather the will to move except to grind helplessly against her, his lower lip trembling as he tries to hold back a whimper.

No luck there.]

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