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🥰😜🫠. Geez but he is just adorable in this picture!! I would give this the 'F$#@ me now' award. Please. Lol

dad 🤤🤤🤤🤤hi dad 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

Ok but exbf!Butcher who's kinda tired of you not getting the hint that you guys should be back together after rearranging your guts for the nth time this week.

Soooo he gets a little impatient, what can he do to *make* you stay? He replaces your birth control pills with sugar pills or a placebo (God himself wouldn't be able to make him use a condom) You're always calling him daddy anyway, why doesn't he make it official?

So after weeks of pounding you into the mattress and doing his best to track your cycle, you call him crying about how you got something to tell him and with that shit-eating grin he says, "What is it, luv? Tell Daddy *all* about it."

TOXIC!EX BUTCHER!!!!!!

TOXIC!EX BUTCHER!!!!!!

TOXIC!EX BUTCHER!!!!!!!

the fucking smug GRIN ON HIS FACE

ok to be feral- he notices your boobs getting bigger because of it but it turns him on even more bc you’ve got no idea. he fucks you even HARDER

I LOVE THIS

butcher always knows your orders or go to foods on gas stations etc by HEART. that man will notice and memorize every single thing about you

YESSSS he absolutely does.

he’s putting on his trench coat and lets you know he’s going to the gas station to get some snacks for you both. before you can ask him to get you some things he’s already out the door. once he returns however, he has a bag full of your favourites and puts them in front of you with that signature cheeky smile. “don’t even need to ask, i already know.” he grins and winks at you, kissing the top of your head as he sits down next to you, opening a packet of chips and digging in.

he knows your drink order off by heart and will get it for you every time he can (which is all the time bc he likes to spoil you bc this man is a softie hehe)

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My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys

Billy Butcher x Reader Your occasional fling sees you in a dress you had put on to tease him, and he reminds you who you belong to. fem!reader, 18+ MDNI 1,385 words

“Fucking diabolical.” He muttered in your ear, somehow grinding himself deeper into you, and you couldn’t help but whine in pleasure. “Wearin’ a dress like that…” His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head up to meet his eyes in the mirror, your hips biting into the sink he had pressed you into. You were a fucking mess, your makeup smudged, hair in fucking shambles from his hands, breasts almost spilling from the little black dress that you had put on just to tease him.

“Fuck, Butcher, I…” Your eyes wandered to the edge of the sink, trying to get a grip on the slippery porcelain, when his hand clenched even tighter on your scalp, forcing your eyes back to his with a groan.

“Look at me what I’m speaking, sweetheart.” He practically growled, and you clenched around his cock in response. “There we fucking go.”

“Please…” You needed him to fuck you. Really fuck you, like he usually did.

You and him had run in similar circles for years, and there weren’t exactly a lot of you - Supe hunters. You would run into each other occasionally, and when you did, it was fucking electric. You couldn’t even really remember how it started. A glance maybe, or a stray touch. But it had come easily. Naturally. He knew how to touch you, how to make you squirm and moan and scream his name.

But this time felt different. He wasn’t trying to pleasure you. Not yet anyway. You couldn’t quite tell what he wanted, his eyes clouded with desire and something else unreadable.

You had seen it earlier, too, across the room. You had been infiltrating a Supe club, trying to get some information for someone wanting revenge after collateral damage - the usual - when you saw him. He was in a booth near the back of the club, sitting with some skinny kid you’d never seen before, legs spread dominantly, eyes raking over your whole body.

And now you were here, ass pressed against Butcher’s hips in the club bathroom, begging him to fuck you.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

He pulled out slowly. Mercilessly. Keeping you squirming and whining as he took his time, a shit-eating grin on his face as he saw the desperation in your eyes when you realised he wasn’t touching you anymore.

“What are you…” he stepped back, eyes following the curve of your body as you started to stand up to follow him, but his hand pressed to the small of your back, stopping you from moving an inch.

“Not so fast…” his other hand made hard contact with your ass and you gasped, familiar and well-loved sting already blooming there. “You wore this dress to be looked at, right love?” He pressed you down further, his hand sliding up your back and the other pulling your hips back towards him, until your forearms were resting on the sink but not much else, his hands holding you steady, both on your hips now. Then you felt it, his fingers snaking around to your slit. Slow. Deliberate. You groaned, loud and filthy, as he ran a thumb over your aching cunt, the brief but forceful pressure on your clit enough to make your legs shake underneath you.

“Woah, careful there darlin, there’s a lot more where that came from…”

He spun you around so fast you barely registered it, your lower back pressing against the ceramic, and you had a chance to take him in like this. He was still fully clothed, cock tucked back into his trousers, bulge visible as though taunting you as you stood, dress pushed up to your waist but otherwise naked. You were on full display for him, and he was loving it, darkness etched into his features.

“Butcher, I…”

“You’ve not been saying any real fucking words tonight, darling, apart from my name and please.” He stepped closer, until he was a breath away, his chest pressed against you, hips grinding into yours with a low, reverberating growl. “Tell. Me. What. You. Want.” You let out a shuddering breath.

“I need you to fuck me.” You could only whisper it, breath catching in your throat as you tried to speak.

“Well, you just had to ask.” His fingers trailed up your back to the zip of your dress, pulling it open quickly and letting the black satin drop to the floor. You couldn’t help but let your own hands fly to his shirt buttons, tearing them open with desperation. He chuckled, a sound that warmed you to your core and you dragged his lips to yours. You had been trying to kiss him all night, but he hadn’t been having it, clearly trying to punish you for teasing him. But now, even he couldn’t stand it anymore, a fact evidenced by his thick cock pressing into you through his trousers. His tongue was pushing into your mouth straight away, hot and heavy as you moaned into him, your need growing more and more by the second.

“Fuck, I swear you get more gorgeous by the day.” You hips rolled against him in response, opening your mouth to beg again but he cut you off. “I know sweetheart, I got ya’, don’t worry.” You watched as he slowly unzipped his fly again, dropping his jeans and pants to the floor as you could do nothing but stare, hands running down his toned chest and stomach, nails digging in just slightly, the way he always liked it. He gave his thick member a few soft thrusts, lining himself up with you entrance.

“You ready, doll?”

“Fucking hell, Butcher, just come here…” you dragged him towards you by the shoulders, pure desperation taking over, and he plunged into you, fully sheathing himself to the hilt.

“Fuck… sweetheart…” he grumbled, face buried in your neck and he bit down, making you arch your hips until he hit the spot inside you that was fucking blinding.

“Billy…” you whined, nails digging into his back as he dragged himself out of you then straight back in, hard and deep, stealing all the breath from your lungs.

“That’s it, girl, just like that…” He was relentless, pounding into you in a way that caused a pressure to build deep within you. You were clenched around him, so wound up you were almost on the verge of tears, when his hands dipped to your clit, his thumb circling at the perfect speed. You were achingly close already, the vulgar sounds of his grunting and his hips snapping into yours making you a complete mess under him, so responsive to his touch it was almost embarrassing, but it felt so good you just couldn’t care.

“Good fucking girl, come for me darlin… that’s it.” He kept muttering praises and whispers of your name until you reached a pinnacle. White hot pleasure ripped across your body as he continued to split you open, you legs collapsing from under you. He continued to fuck you through it, your entire body becoming a ball of over sensitive nerves, clenching and throbbing around him.

“Fuck, Butcher I… Holy shit…” you were incoherent, overstimulated and weak in his arms, leaning on the sink and letting him use you however he wanted.

“I’m nearly there babygirl, just…” he groaned loudly as you fluttered around him, “fuck just like that… so fucking pretty…” his breaths were becoming shallow, laboured, hips beginning to stutter… “so good and fucking pretty, letting me use you like this… I…fuck…” he pressed into you with a shuddering breath, and moaned your name into your ear, a sound that would be etched into your brain for a long time to come.

“Remember sweetheart…” he muttered, eventually pulling out of you in a way that elicited a soft sigh at the sudden loss of him… “that cunt is mine, you hear me? Never wear that fucking dress without me again.” He gripped your face, pulling you into a harsh kiss, teeth catching your lips as he pulled away.

“Depends, if this is what I get when I do…” He grinned, smirking in that all too familiar way.

“Fucking diabolical, girl.”