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[highinmiamiii]

radioactive butcher cummies!!!!

god is a woman || pt. 2 || 18+ mdni

some sweet love-making tentacles and a return of our green goopity gop because y’all know these are 2 things i just cannot get enough of…also the thought of him calling preacher’s daughter “cherub” INSTANT ASCENSION @scrmqwn @highinmiamiii @bimboyaoi @bobabilbil @rustanddusted @whitefeathers @muldermuse @bluemerakis @angelically-yours

*disclaimer: be aware that all content on my page will include highly taboo and highly triggering content. it is FICTION. it is not intended to be hurtful. you are choosing to consume the content on my page completely aware of the triggering nature of it.*

i reproduced once.. forgettable experience, really. a piece of me tore off and formed this batshit red thing.

“not reproducin’.. just havin’ fun.” 

what’s fun about it? 

“mate.. i ain’t doin’ this now.”

so i’m just supposed to stay here? alone? for how long?

“dunno mate…tomorrow mornin’, probably.”

tomorrow?! can’t be very fun if it takes all night to get it done. 

“its plenty fun; just not fun for you.”

let me come with. see what all the fuss is about.

“are you mental?”

what? i wish to observe!

“absolutely fuckin’ not. yer goin’ nowhere near her.”

butcher! take me with you. you know how i get..i get destructive if i’m not kept entertained-

you never expected the demonic bombshell billy butcher was going to drop on you. you were grateful something kept him alive, but..this? as if he hadn’t corrupted your entire worldview enough..now he was playing host to a..symbiote? who was attempting to befriend and.. was it trying to flirt with you?

as nervous as you were learning all of this new information, butcher was equally nervous sharing this new part of himself with you. who would ever accept a man in a state like this..? but you did. and maybe that’s why you ended up on top of butcher in your small dorm bed - thank the heavens your bible college roommate was gone for the weekend; could you imagine if they’d gotten a look at this..? -, venom’s tentacles emerging from butcher’s chest, one wrapped tight around your waist, the cold, slimy feel unusual but not unpleasant. another was holding the side of your face, almost like a hand might, keeping your eyes down at butcher, who was gazing up at you with equal parts unease and adoration. both of them let out a vibrating sound of pleasure as you rode..them? the way butcher taught you he liked. rolling your hips, tracing shapes in between bouncing on him.

she is..what is the word, butcher?

“fuckin’ gorgeous..” butcher murmured in response to his extra attachment, but you didn’t know, your chest and cheeks blushing from his comment.

another appendage slowly ran itself like a large lazy tongue across your breasts, between them, wrapping itself around your already sensitive nipples and tugging on them like persistent slippery fingers, pulling an involuntary mewl from you, a shiver running down your spine that caused a fluttering around butcher’s member.

“gonna cum, cherub..git off..” 

no! not yet! why?

turns out, you were feeling similar to the symbiote. you pouted, tried to protest, but butcher tossed you off with ease, venom’s tendril wrapped around your waist keeping the two of you close so billy could be on his knees in front of you, cranking out his…

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!

“bloody hell..”

you look down at yourself, panicked that something had gone wrong - butcher had never sounded like that before -, only to burst out with a kind of incredulous laugh. the merging with venom had caused butcher’s spend to turn bright, almost radioactive green, and it painted the skin of your tummy like a fun treat. butcher continued to watch you in awe as you dipped a finger in a strip of the green goo to swirl your tongue around the tip of your digit. you would never be able to write about any of this in your diary..

you were right, butcher. this was fun. 

[highinmiamiii]

wow i need this

teddy bear || 18+ mdni || pt. 1 street racer butcher x pit crew reader

*disclaimer: be aware that all content on my page will include highly taboo and highly triggering content. it is FICTION. it is not intended to be hurtful. you are choosing to consume the content on my page completely aware of the triggering nature of it.*

⚐ all it took was congratulating him for winning over your boyfriend at the track one time, your little smirk as your boyfriend stormed off, looking all cute in your track jumpsuit. next time he saw you, at a track party, the two of you got drunk after your boyfriend left in a huff - again - and an hour later he had you up against the nearest building, huge rough hands shoving themselves past the zipper on your jumpsuit and sloppily groping you through the lace of your bra. mumbles into your hair as he’s saying goodbye, “got a work trip next week..give ya a shout when i can..”

⚐ he finally texts a week later. you soon learned this was a definite tactic he used to give the impression he didn’t need you as much as you needed him. it almost worked every time, until he caved. every time. he loved reminding you about what you were doing with him. it definitely inflated his old man ego that you were sending him photos of you touching yourself in your mirror to pout about how you weren’t being touched right by your boy. so you couldn’t blame anyone but yourself when the smug messages started flooding your phone.

butcher: oi sunshine. bet that track’s dull as shite without me there to run circles around yer boy.

butcher: already beat the lad twice, didn’i? ain’t my fault he’s in over ‘is head.

butcher: he still fumblin’ around like a rookie or did he finally find the throttle? ;)

butcher: not complainin’ about ya seein’ sense and tradin’ up..

⚐ and trade up you fucking did, cause while that boy calling your phone remained clueless to your every desperate need, butcher was coming home from his trip and wasting no time proving his worth to you. he’s got you bent over, whispering in your ear from behind, kneeling down behind you as if he already knew the answer to his question. “yeh wanna be spoiled with me hand or yeh want my mouth tonight?”

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[highinmiamiii]

street fighter/brat tamer butcher x kitten || pt. 1 || 18+ mdni

*disclaimer: be aware that all content on my page will include highly taboo and highly triggering content. it is FICTION. it is not intended to be hurtful. you are choosing to consume the content on my page completely aware of the triggering nature of it.*

@highinmiamiii @bimboyaoi @muldermuse @whitefeathers @bluemerakis @bobabilbil @rustanddusted @butchersboobs @burntsaltsblog @shirley-girly

𝜗𝜚 butcher told you that it was too risky to go to his fight that night - to be fair, vought was looking for you. he’d told frenchie that he was not to fall victim to your “annoyin’ shite” you were known to do in order to get your way. that only made you smirk more wickedly, hughie shake his head knowingly and frenchie’s shoulders sag in defeat. 

𝜗𝜚 the fight was incredible: the exact kind of atmosphere you longed to be in without being the main event. not like all those days with the mercenary group you were sold to, being forced to be the most chaotic, the most vicious just to survive. no..here, you were safe. sandwiched between frenchie and hughie, no one even noticing you while they all crowded around to watch the infamous billy butcher pummel the shit out of yet another guy who dared sign up for frenchie’s underground ring. 

𝜗𝜚 you instantly noticed the cut on his cheek, surrounded by a nasty bruise already forming. the guy had got him good, but still he was no match for billy. your chest swelled with pride as you looked up at the man who’d dragged you (literally) from the cell vought kept you in. the man who’d (reluctantly) allowed you to stay with the boys even after you’d failed to sink your venomous fangs through translucent’s impenetrable skin. naturally, you wanted to take care of him, too. 

𝜗𝜚 butcher wraps his bloody fingers around your wrist and moves your hand from his face as you instantly move to fret over his cut, raising up on your tippy-toes to reach him. “oi. not here.” your ears lowered close to your head and your tail drooped a bit, but you did your best to set your jaw and seem unbothered. butcher wasn’t one to miss anything. he gives a small sigh (he really hated giving in to you). he leans in to mutter quietly. “yeh wanna play nurse, yeh can wait till we’re back at the safehouse.”

𝜗𝜚 “yeh weren’ s’posed to be there, tonight.” he mutters while you clean up the cut on his face once you’re finally alone at the safehouse. of course he couldn’t just let it go. always had to be right. even though..technically..this time he was in the right. he scoffs, impatient with you. “got a target on yer back an’ yer riskin’ it all for a night out. gotta be fuckin’ daft.”

𝜗𝜚 he’s the worst at apologizing, but when it comes to accepting your apologies? he’s equally horrible at it. whether that’s on purpose or not, you’re not sure, but he sure does drag out the torture. you’re apologizing for not listening, complimenting how he was amazing during the fight, slipping down to your knees between his legs, but all he does is stare down at you and grunt. “ain’t workin’, kitten.”

𝜗𝜚 butcher - prideful man that he is - would try his hardest to resist you, ignore your little whimpers for attention when he doesn’t look at you, your cheek and lips and nose and chin rubbing against his dick through his jeans. he would last, straining through the rough material, for a lot longer than you thought he would, but eventually, he grits his teeth and stands up from the couch with force, whipping his belt and zipper open.

𝜗𝜚 “open up,” he’s mumbling, already shoving his cock between your lips, mischievous smile wrapped around him as you take care of him in a different way. one hand gripping a fistful of hair just behind your furry ears, calloused fingers rubbing gentler circles against them than you thought him capable of. he’s practically silent but for the occasional small groan - something that frustrated you to no end. how the hell are you supposed to know if you’re doing something to his liking? -, but when you start purring involuntarily at his touch behind your ear, a deep sound of startled pleasure erupts from him. “mm.. like makin’ my kitty purr..”

𝜗𝜚 butcher’s grip in your hair is tight and directive as he yanks you back far enough to paint your face with his spunk, gazing down at you admiringly as you smile, spurt after spurt glazing your features, tongue darting out to lick away what it could reach. his grip tightens as he hums in approval. if he’d known getting you to a fight would get you acting like this..well.. “alrigh’..yeh can come to the next one..”

[highinmiamiii]

The first time Butcher sees you naked he just starts babbling and moaning about how much he’s touched himself thinking about your tits and your ass.

“Fuck, darlin’. You have no idea how many times I’ve fucked my hand thinking about these tits.”

atta girl

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

words - 1k

pairing - billy butcher x fem!reader

warnings - butcher being himself

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Butcher tended to barge in without knocking.

In his defense, it was technically his place, and the doors didn’t exactly lock (let alone properly latch). You had just returned from a solo mission. He had to, and seemingly appeared from nowhere. His mouth was going a million miles a minute before he’d even crossed the threshold. “—and that’s when I said...”

You were in the middle of changing, bra just hitting the floor. You had panties on; thank God they were a cute pair, but still. His jaw went slack at the site, eyes flitting from your swaying breasts to the discarded bra. For once, it seemed he had nothing to say. No snide remarks. No flirty comments. You hadn’t realized Billy was even here, fighting the urge to cover yourself. You weren’t letting him win.

“Sorry, I missed part of that. What were you saying?” You carried on changing without missing a beat. He probably would if the roles were reversed. Butcher held his hands up in surrender and cleared his throat.

He took a step backward and closed his eyes.  You could’ve sworn there was a waver to his voice. “Love, I hadn’t a damn clue the girls were out to play. My bad, babe. We can carry on this chinwag when you’re finished up. Yeah?” He opened one eye to peer at you, and you rolled yours.

“Billy, we’re adults.” You balled up your bloodied shirt, hurling it at his chest. He opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. “Just come in and tell me what you need to tell me. Close the door, though. This doesn’t need to turn into a team meeting.” He nodded in agreement and toed the door shut, shoulder-chucking the crooked frame to keep it that way. He plopped onto the bed, his eyes still fixated on the floor. “So, what’s up?”

Butcher scratched the back of his head, his gaze on the ceiling now. The man couldn’t bother trying to look you in the eye. “Well, funny story, darlin’. I don’t remember. It’ll come to me, though. Perks of gettin’ old, innit?” He chuckled, but the sound died in his throat as you shimmied your panties down, bent over, and stepped out of them. “Fuck me. Didn’t know I was gettin’ dinner and a show today. Christ.” He rubbed his brow to shield his eyes but watched your every move regardless.

“Oh, shut up. I hear the shit you get up to at night. You’ve seen worse.” You rooted around your bureau to find the perfect lounge attire, knowing he drank in every subtle movement, ripple, and bounce of your lower half.

“I mean… I’m not hating the view, doll. Might be the best I’ve had in a while.” You were surprised the typical bravado took so long to appear. He thought for a moment. “Am I that loud, or are you just into eavesdroppin’?”

You scoffed, still looking for your oversized band t-shirt. “I don’t know if you’re capable of being quiet, man.” He removed his coat and crossed his arms defensively. Butch loved nothing more than the fight.

“Oh, hush. As if you’re any better.” He mocked you then, raising his octave and groaning dramatically.

“I’m not having random people over, though. I’m just entertaining myself.” Now you were the one blushing. “Which, for the record, you’re also no stranger to. You should invest in some earbuds.”

“Nah.” Billy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He cocked his head, shamelessly admiring how your crossed arms pushed your breasts up and together. “Gotta give y’something to listen to, don't I? Gotta entertain this little voyeur, now don’t I?”

“Fuck. Off. As if your pervy ass isn’t up all night listening to me unwind. You’re the weird one, Butch.” There was no way he could hear you anyway. You were better about being quiet than he was, right? You finally found that fucking shirt, yanking it over your head frustratedly. He wheezed as you got stuck, struggling to find the neckline.

He was in front of you before you could protest. “Easy there, tiger. Lemme help.” He maneuvered the top over your head with a soft tug. When you could finally see, he was already smirking down at you. God, you couldn’t stand him. “What?”

Butcher shook his head. “I didn’t think it’d be like this, y’know?” His voice was laced with remorse, an uncommon emotion for him.

You pushed away the realization. Turning around to search for a pair of underwear, you watched him over your shoulder. “The fuck are you talking about?”

He huffed in frustration, closing the space between you with two long strides. He spoke slowly through gritted teeth. “Don’t make me fuckin’ say it.”

You stood in silence. Not out of pettiness this time, but genuine confusion. What was his problem?

“God, you air-headed cunt.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ve been lookin’ atcha like I wanna eat you alive for months, babe. I noticed the way your feathers would get ruffled when I was about, and put the pieces together. You just looove to hate me, don’tcha?”

“Been daydreamin’ about these tits.” He watched, mesmerized by the way they wobbled with your heaving breath. “Figured I’d see ‘em when y’finally pounced. Bounce on me, maybe.” He circled you like prey, toying with the hem of your shirt. “Thought I’d be there t’scratch the itch when y’got tired of all them toys.” A thick thumb pressed against your bottom lip.

“Hoped you’d listen in to that little show I put on every night and decide to… lend a hand.” Billy chuckled at his joke before continuing. He gave you a firm clap on the shoulder before returning to your bed. “That mouth. Them needy, little holes.” Billy hummed in contemplation, steely gaze meeting yours. “It’s never not been you, sweetheart. Can barely get hard without thinkin’ about them perfect tits, that gorgeous ass, y’pretty little face.”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him. You landed hard in his lap, steadying yourself on his broad shoulders. He whispered against your neck. “Wanna know the best part, princess?” You nodded, your hands shaking. “I hear every little noise, every moan of my name. Nobody cries f’more quite like you. Must be real pent up. So, don’t play coy, darlin’. Take what you need.”

Well, there was no use hiding it now. You shoved him onto the mattress with all the strength you could muster. You could’ve sworn he whimpered on impact. Panting above him, you ripped the shirt back off. He groaned at the sight. Butcher growled up at you with a lazy smile.

“Atta girl.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[highinmiamiii]

nobody’s prepared for me this halloween

[highinmiamiii]

religious good girl getting pounded by v’d up tentacle butchie??????

god is a woman || 18+ mdni

[billy butcher x preacher’s daughter]

SUNDAY RESURRECTION OF PREACHER’S DAUGHTER AU!

just a little fun. threw venom in there because i’ve missed him ❣️

@thattripleabattery @highinmiamiii @scrmqwn @bobabilbil @bimboyaoi @rustanddusted @muldermuse @whitefeathers @angelically-yours @burntsaltsblog

**tw/cw all around. do NOT read my writings if you are upset or triggered by anything at ALL.**

dear diary,

butchie has been acting strange for days. weeks. ever since the fight with homelander that had gone sideways..he’d disappeared for days, returned with no explanation..just even more distant? reserved?

the sex has been crazy tho…

i wish he’d talk to me..its getting pretty lonely around here. can’t even talk to god anymore. who can i go to now?

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

“oi,”

ezekiel turned around, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to process the onslaught of confusion happening all at once in his trailer. he spotted william butcher - everyone worth a damn at vought knew who he was by this point -, the man who had taken and turned his daughter against him and her role with samaritan’s embrace.

“you..” ezekiel’s arm began to stretch towards butcher, itching to wrap itself around his throat to make him pay for how much he’d lost. “you took my daughter..”

butcher knew it wasn’t his daughter he was upset or grieving about, but the paycheck she would have guaranteed. he stepped forward, unafraid of the supe with murder in his heart. after all, butcher’s heart held no room for anything but the same. right?

he smirked, lazy and confident. “she’s our little girl now, mate.”

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

when he awoke not long after, he was staring up at a blood-splattered ceiling. his skin felt cold and almost sticky. he sat up slowly, groaning at the ever-increasing aches and pains, looking down at his hands, then taking in the scene around him more fully. what he saw caused a hushed “fuuuckin’ hell..” to fall from his lips.

the trailer was covered from front to back, top to bottom with ezekiel’s blood, guts, tattered clothing and bits and pieces of him that were left over like bits of jelly at a picnic.

you’re so..messy. i could’ve eaten him!

butcher stopped dead in his tracks, closing his eyes to gather his composure; he’d nearly forgotten about the fucking thing using his body as a taxi..

i am helping, billy. the way i helped you with that very..stretchy man. you would have lost!

“i had it handled,” butcher grumbled, picking up the pace getting out of the trailer and wiping his bloody hands uselessly on his equally bloody jacket.

you’re welcome, by the way..no one ever says ‘thank you, venom.’ or ‘please, venom, save my skin just one more time.’..

[highinmiamiii]

don’t talk to me i’m pretending this is my view of butcher rn while we sit in some random hotel room finally having one of the first nights of peace and quiet after getting away from everything together

[highinmiamiii]

MY TYPE I FEAR

“You are such an old man” but I’m flirting

[highinmiamiii]

🥊 BOXER!BILLY BUTCHER X READER

butcher being the sick freak he is while reader is embarrassed of literally everything he does. most days he would make promises of showing up and she’d stay up to wait with no result. so, maybe a photo would get him going? motivate him a little? he’s a toxic player fuck and has been bootycalling her for some time now, she failed to see that he was likely only using her, or rather, chose to ignore it. because the sex was too damn good. so were the deep conversations afterwards that he chose to never acknowledge.

[highinmiamiii]

OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH MY FUCK

Fucking feral holy fuuuck

[highinmiamiii]

#needthat

[highinmiamiii]

✧*࿐ his ultraviolence

boxer!billy butcher x f!reader

coming soon.

[highinmiamiii]

boxer butchie au coming soon yall i promise this movie has inspired us/me

WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT?

the middle finger?

the curl?

the stance?

that thicc dada neck for me to suck to sleep?

[highinmiamiii]

oh this gif is my cause of death

"I've got tattoos older than you, baby"

[highinmiamiii]

BOXER BUTCHER AU BOXER BUTCHER AU BOXER BUTCHER AU BOXER BUTCHER AU BOXER BUTCHER AU BOXER BUTCHER AU BOXER BUTCHER AU BOXER BUTCHER AU BOXER BUTCHER AU BOXER BUTCHER AU BOXER BUTCHER AU BOXER BUTCHER AU BIIIIIITTTTTCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUHH

@butchersdarkbird

Karl Urban in Acts of Vengeance

(I've never been a fan of boxing but this is… *chef's kiss*)

[highinmiamiii]

the crashout i have whenever i think about his mere existence should be studied by universities

I am invested in your Billy Butcher x E-Girl Fanfic. And idk this text-pict(?) just make me think about them 😌🫦

HITTA || 18+ MDNI [billy butcher x e-girl]

**tw/cw all around. do NOT read any of my writings if you are upset or triggered by anything at ALL.**

we’re jumping around the timeline, we’re just having fun. lets get down and dirty with a sad old man.

@bobabilbil @whitefeathers @highinmiamiii @scrmqwn @burntsaltsblog @bimboyaoi @rustanddusted @angelically-yours @faithfulsofi (if i forgot you, i’m sorry please let me know!)

you’ve been receiving DMs from TheButcherIsIn fairly consistently for a few weeks now. after your live shows - which he never participated in, but always lurked -, he’d send a message with a tip.

TheButcherIsIn: helluva show, kitten.

the messages got more flirty as those weeks went on, though he hadn’t yet agreed to video chat with you privately. his reasons were always pretty vague, though you didn’t pry, even if you were disappointed. men on these sites had their reasons.

TheButcherIsIn: aint got time.

he did get to sending you good morning messages almost every day.

TheButcherIsIn: how’s m’kitten today? lemme see her. got a long day of work later.

you’d usually send a cute flirty selfie, nothing racy since you were usually out getting coffee, grocery shopping, at the library, etc. he’d ❣️ your photo, occasionally give a little compliment along with it. and of course it always lifted your spirits. no matter how small.

TheButcherIsIn: so fuckin’ pretty.

one morning, you were sleeping in after a particularly heavy weekend of partying, and his good morning message came through. instead of your usual innocent selfie, you sent him a shot from your bed, looking at yourself in the big mirror across from you, legs spread to reveal just how tight and thin your white sleeping shorts were, bare foot giving a little wave for an added boost to your tiny bratty display. your other hand covered up your smirking, sleepy face.

TheButcherIsIn: i’m at me fuckin’ desk next to me mates, kitten. the fuck ya doin’?

you snort and stretch, getting up to start your day, not thinking much about it. you were just having a little fun. but another message comes through several minutes later when you don’t respond.

TheButcherIsIn: send me another. gotta get rid of this fucking brick in me jeans before i knock the boys over wit it.

you’re practically cackling at that. you hadn’t been trying to do more than send him a fun picture to think about, but here he is, just asking for more brat from you. well… at least that’s how you interpreted it. so you don’t answer. another few minutes goes by and his final message comes through..

TheButcherIsIn: that’s it. answer me video chat. im calling ya from me car.

bingo.

[highinmiamiii]

revamp ;))

hello everybody! i wanted to post this so things could be a little easier to navigate, i’m really not the best at this whole thing yet so please let me know if any of the links don’t work or anything is confusing. i currently write for billy butcher and joe kessler but am open to possible writing for more in the future, send me whatever requests or thoughts ab billy n kess and we’ll see if i can make it happen. MOST OF THESE CONTAIN SMUT OPEN AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+ MDNI this will of course be ever-evolving and i will be adding the links as i post more but this is what i have for yall for now <3 love ya all

CURRENT AUs:

latest: NO FEELINGS — billy butcher x past lover!reader, partially set in 90s london part 1

Club Kess — club owner!joe kessler x bimbo reader x dbf!billy butcher part 1 part 2

Prison butchie — criminal!billy butcher x jersey wife!reader part 1 part 2 part 3

STAND ALONES:

Mr. & Mrs. Butcher (inspired by mr. & mrs. smith)

Know it don’t come in a shot glass — Butcher x reader part 1 part 2

MOODBOARDS/HEADCANONS:

London Calling

P!LINKS

dbf!butcher

MISC. THOUGHTS

dilf butchie thots…

soft sweet hubby vacation butchie thots