kus-babygirl

[kus-babygirl]

I WANT TO SNUGGLE INTO HIM SOOO BAD, SOMEONE LET ME OUT OF MY CAGE 😍😍🥵🥵

please join me for a moment imagining this is your pov… really feel it. you deserve it.

he’s got you right where he wants you and he’s obsessed with everything about the way you feel 😘

one more sweet one for good measure (I want to snuggle him here so bad!)

@kus-babygirl @jynx15 @karlurbanism @cassiopeia-grimm @bobabilbil

[kus-babygirl]

Thank you @karlurbanism

Last Song - Die with a Smile - Bruno Mars & Lady Gaza

Favourite Colour - Black

Last Book - Dracula - Bram Stroker

Last Movie - Violent Night

Last TV Show - NCIS

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury - Spicy

Last Thing I Googled - Highland Cows

Current Obsession - Karl Urban and Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Looking Forward to - Six Nations Rugby

NTP: @enchantedflameandflower @jynx15 @deana1245

tagged by the lovely @an-ivy-covered-summer 🩷!!

last song: espresso by sabrina carpenter

favorite color: lilac/black

last book: the bungalow mystery from the nancy drew series

last movie: sonic 3 (i think?), or a twisters rewatch

last tv show: alexa & katie season 4

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet all the way

last thing i googled: 2000s ken doll

current obsession: smosh games videos. cannot get enough!!

looking forward to: my birthday party next week!!

no pressure tags: @mt07131 @inside--her--fantasy @ithk @wineonmytshirt

[kus-babygirl]

I didn’t think this would happen, but my crush on Jeffrey Dean Morgan has come back with a vengeance, I think I did know that it would come back but not this hard 😍😍🥵🥵 (I still love Karl Urban)

@enchantedflameandflower @negansbabydoll66 @jynx15 @bohemianblasphemy

[kus-babygirl]

Thanks for the tag @bohemianblasphemy

summer or winter // coffee or tea // straight hair or curly hair //fiction or nonfiction // necklaces or bracelets // marshmallows or whipped cream // night in or night out // sunset or sunrise // pizza or pasta // cold drink or hot drink // vampire or werewolf // crop top or oversized hoodie // be able to fly or run at super speed // speak many languages or able to speak to animals // be invisible or read minds// phone call or text// laundry or dishes // pool or beach //flats or heels //stay home or go out // coke or pepsi [Dr Pepper] // cook dinner or do dishes // books or movies // dogs or cats // chocolate or vanilla // facebook or instagram// over-dressed or under-dressed // morning or late nights // always late or always early // dancer or singer [I hate both] // always eat only dessert or always eat only savoury // shopping or museum // art gallery or zoo //parties or picnics // white lights or multicolored light

NPT: @enchantedflameandflower @deana1245 @jynx15

Thank you for the tag, @s0lavellan 🤍

summer or winter // coffee or tea // straight hair or curly hair //fiction or nonfiction // necklaces or bracelets // marshmallows or whipped cream // night in or night out // sunset or sunrise // pizza or pasta // cold drink or hot drink // vampire or werewolf // crop top or oversized hoodie // be able to fly or run at super speed // speak many languages or able to speak to animals // be invisible or read minds// phone call or text// laundry or dishes // pool or beach //flats or heels //stay home or go out // coke or pepsi // cook dinner or do dishes // books or movies // dogs or cats // chocolate or vanilla // facebook or instagram// over-dressed or under-dressed // morning or late nights // always late or always early // dancer or singer // always eat only dessert or always eat only savoury // shopping or museum // art gallery or zoo //parties or picnics // white lights or multicolored lights

No pressure tags: @polskasroka @beardedladyqueen @harpyhunting @elfroot-and-gooseberries @solasisms and anyone else who'd like to do this (:

[kus-babygirl]

I REALLY WANT HIM NOW AFTER READING THIS 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 @enchantedflameandflower

Billy x you ❤️ 18+

this is what happens when I try to take a 20 minute nap. NSFW, more of the same 🫠 piv, oral f!receiving, soft!dom Butcher, cock warming, creampie

Billy’s been edging you for at least an hour. You’re a gasping, babbling mess, and fuck it’s so good. He has you spread out naked across his bed, his rough hands pressing your thighs apart as far as they can go, or maybe just a little farther. But the stretch only adds to your pleasure and he knows it. 

Your fingers comb through his messy dark hair as he plays with your clit using the tip of his tongue and the flat of it, using his full lips and sometimes his nose when he shoves his tongue inside you. You whimper and moan and cry, and he just rumbles or gives a low lazy chuckle. 

Finally, he glances up at you then pushes three thick fingers deep into your cunt. When he laps at your throbbing clit again and thrusts against that perfect spot inside, you come so hard your vision goes fuzzy and you almost black out, weeping and mewling unintelligible sounds. 

Billy groans and flips you onto your tummy even while you’re still gasping and trembling from the orgasm he just gave you. He tugs on your hips, pulling you to your knees and slides his cock all the way in with one deep thrust. You moan again as your cunt flutters around his thickness, only feeling the pleasure immediately start to build again. 

Grabbing onto the pillow under your cheek, you try to hold on, try to catch your breath but Billy is unrelenting when he has a goal in mind. “Such a good girl f’me,” he husks when you obey so willingly. 

Pushing your hair over your shoulder, he leans down to nuzzle the nape of your neck and let you feel his chest against your skin, but when he straightens again, he has your wrist in his grip and he pins it to the small of your back, leaving you off balance and weak. He knows what it does to you when he takes control, letting you just feel. 

You try to say his name, though to ask him to slow down or fuck you harder you’re not sure, but once again you’re left just whimpering nonsense. 

It doesn’t much matter because in the next moment you’re coming again, your cunt squeezing tight around his cock and spurring his own orgasm. His groan is rough and deep and you think it’s the best sound you’ve ever heard. If you could think. 

Your shaking legs make you collapse to the bed and he sinks down mostly on top of you, his weight a comforting heat, for now. Your head is empty, all you can feel is him and his come leaking onto your thighs and you know nothing and no one could ever make you feel better. 

Eventually he grunts and slaps your ass, helping you sit up so you can go into the bathroom. When you’re done you curl up under his blanket while he disappears. But he’s back a minute later and you feel him sliding in bed behind you. 

His cock is still hard, pressing against your ass and you’re immediately wet and ready for him again even though you’re almost asleep. 

“Billy…” you purr, your voice raspy from overuse. 

“Needy little thing, ain’t ya,” he grumbles, but you can hear the affection there. 

He pushes into you easily and starts a rhythm of slow, lazy thrusts. You try to squirm to get more friction but his big hand clamps down on your hip, holding you still. A little huff escapes you and then you start to slide your fingers between your legs, but he rumbles a warning. 

A deft movement from him and suddenly your arms are above your head and he’s holding both of your wrists tight with one hand. 

“I’m thinkin’ this is more fair innit?” he murmurs in a low voice against the shell of your ear as he continues to thrust. “You ‘lready had two, didn’t ya pet? Now daddy gets one more and we’re even, yeah?”

All you can do is whimper, which only prompts another deep chuckle from him. 

He knows your body. He knows all the ways to make you come so he knows how to make you not come as well. And that seems to be his plan. 

“My girl needs her rest,” he murmurs, biting and sucking at the curve of your neck. “Can’t give ‘er more than she can handle.”

“I can,” you beg in a soft voice. “…can handle…” But it sounds weak even to you. 

His answer is to continue his lazy thrusts, never quite hitting that spot that you need. After a minute he starts to thrust just a littler harder and then you feel his cock pulsing, filling you up as he groans against the curve of your neck. You can feel his seed hot inside you.

Another little whimper escapes you but it’s no use. His hand slides around to your stomach and he nestles you closer back against him, still thick and deep inside of you. You feel his breath begin to slow and he nuzzles against your shoulder. 

“Get some sleep,” he commands and you bite your lip.

“But…”

His cock twitches inside you and you huff a little breath. You can’t deny how good he feels and now that he isn’t moving your body is beginning to calm just a little. 

You take a breath but before you can say anything else, he’s rubbing his hand over your tummy, caressing your hip and relaxing you further. “Tha’s my girl,” he says in a low voice. “I’ll always give ya what ya need, an’ right now ya need sleep, love.”

You take a deep breath and finally nod, already feeling your mind starting to slip away. And he’s right. You can’t think of anything better than falling asleep with him still deep inside. You snuggle back into his warm body and think you’ve never been more grateful for the day Billy Butcher strode into your life.

@kus-babygirl @jynx15 @cassiopeia-grimm @karlurbanism @chocolategiverzombie

@smallsadjellyfish @weallhaveadestiny @butchers-girl @bobabilbil @dustie-faerie

(just let me know if you want a tag when I post fic! if I didn’t tag you and you wanted me to I am so disorganized and I’m so so sorry! I’m working on it just let me know!)

[kus-babygirl]

LET ME BITE HIS STOMACH NOW 😍🥵🤤

SIRRR!!! 😵‍💫

he needs some little bite marks right…there…

who needs more sexy boat Billy fics? 😅

@kus-babygirl @jynx15 @karlurbanism @cassiopeia-grimm @monoconfused

[kus-babygirl]

Happy New Years to Everyone, especially to my favourite mututals

@enchantedflameandflower @karlurbanism @billybutcherrtrash @bohemianblasphemy @negansbabydoll66 @deana1245 @askjdmcharacters

[kus-babygirl]

I would be able to do anything, but stare at him and kiss and lick his chest 🥵🥵🤤🤤

STAHPPPPP. KARL I CANNOT HANDLE YOU TOPLESS RIGHT NOW. But please don’t ever stop

@kus-babygirl @jynx15 @cassiopeia-grimm @karlurbanism @mrsbonesmccoy HE HAS A BEER IN EACH HAND 🥲

my Billy on a boat fic if you want a story to go with this pic

[kus-babygirl]

LET ME OUT OF MY CAGE, AND LET ME AT HIM 😍😍😍🥵🥵🥵🤤🤤

Thank you to @enchantedflameandflower for tagging me in this, I really needed it 🙏🏻🙏🏻

@bohemianblasphemy @deana1245

STAHPPPPP. KARL I CANNOT HANDLE YOU TOPLESS RIGHT NOW. But please don’t ever stop

@kus-babygirl @jynx15 @cassiopeia-grimm @karlurbanism @mrsbonesmccoy HE HAS A BEER IN EACH HAND 🥲

my Billy on a boat fic if you want a story to go with this pic

[kus-babygirl]

PLEASE LET ME HAVE HIM!! daddy daddy daddy

@billybutcherrtrash @jynx15 @bohemianblasphemy

The handsomest man to ever handsome 😭 I’m dying for that smile and those shades. I’m going to just stare at this for the next 3 hours 😮‍💨

[kus-babygirl]

Thank you for the tag @bohemianblasphemy Everyone knows by now that my main dilf is Karl Urban, THIS MAIN IS JUST 😍😍😍😍🥵🥵🥵🥵🤤🤤🤤🤤

NPT: @enchantedflameandflower @billybutcherrtrash @jynx15 @deana1245 @karlurbanism

Merry DILF-Holidays!!! 🎄❤️

Repost this with your favourite DILF (or MILF)

Thank you @fluffyprettykitty for tagging me in this, you know I love my dilf’s and this was fun! My #1 DILF this season has been the wonderful, Andy Serkis

He has me in a chokehold that will not ease up and I’m perfectly fine with that!

some no pressure tags! @tarabyte3 @eupheme @citrus-moonlight @ozarkthedog @pipsqueakkitten @zoe-creates + anyone who wants to participate!

[kus-babygirl]

Guess who got The Hobbit Trilogy and The Lord of the Rings Trilogy for Christmas?

Yes, that’s right, I did.

Guess who will be having a movie marathon soon?

Yes, that will be me.

Is there a reason for it?

Well, yes, there is. I am closing in on you, Karl. And I will finish watching all of his films, one way or another!!!

@enchantedflameandflower @bohemianblasphemy @billybutcherrtrash @jynx15

[kus-babygirl]

Wishing Everyone A Very Happy Christmas!! 🎁🎄

@enchantedflameandflower @deana1245 @billybutcherrtrash @bohemianblasphemy @karlurbanism @ghostwriter2203 @jynx15 @urban-trek-thru-middle-earth

[kus-babygirl]

You’re welcome!!!

Billy Butcher x you oneshot!

Billy knows how to really take care of you when you need it most… 18+

NSFW 18+ only for smut, cock warming, piv, overuse of the words 'good girl'

Merry Christmas!

~*~*~

It was getting late. Butcher was watching a movie on the couch, but you were sitting at the table, finishing up some work.

When you were finally done, you gave a huge sigh of relief and checked your email one last time.

"Fuck," you groaned as you opened the 5th message from your boss that night asking you for a report on one of your projects. Frustration and tension and anxiety surged inside of you like the tide, and for a moment all you could do was sit there and stare at the screen.

Butcher had paused halfway through his movie as he got up to get a drink and seemed to sense what was happening. Honestly, you were stressed a lot these days. Most of the time he wouldn't notice, or at least would just let you be but right now you felt like you were at your tipping point.

"C'mere doll," he said from behind you.

You glanced over your shoulder to tell him you were busy, but the fierce look in his eyes told you he was not going to take no for an answer.

You sighed when you stood up and went over to him but all you were thinking was 'he noticed.'

Butcher slid his hands around your waist, tugging you against him. "You've been workin' too hard."

All of the breath in your lungs seemed to escape in one big whoosh. "It's just how it is this time of year.

I just have one more report to work on. And I need to do my laundry. And it's Thursday."

Butcher leaned back, lifting his eyebrow at you.

"Dusting day," you explained meekly.

Billy gave you a look. "I'll do yer laundry with mine and dustin' can wait. What can I do tonight to make ya sit still for a while and let yerself go?"

You leaned forward wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his broad chest. He was right, you felt like you were about to collapse but there was still so much to do...

"Maybe just hold me," you said softly.

"I'd be chuffed, love, but yer mind would still be whirlin' wouldn't it. Need somethin' to distract that pretty head o' yours too."

He rubbed your back for a moment as he thought and a soft, but tired, little sound escaped your throat. He knew you, and he knew it had to be something different to truly get your mind off of your worries right now.

He glanced at the tv where the movie was paused, then back to you. "Up for a little playin', love? I've got an idea."

The look in his eye told you it was something interesting and you couldn't help immediately being intrigued. "Maybe...what would I have to do?"

"Nothin' love. Go and change inta somethin' comfy. Just a shirt, nothin' else, then come back out and sit with me."

"Ok." You gave him a kiss before you retreated into your shared bedroom.

When you came back out he was sitting on the couch and he groaned as soon as he saw you.

"Fuck me," he muttered.

You grinned at him, pleased. You'd changed into one of his shirts, and you'd left it unbuttoned, though it was pulled around you at the moment. It was soft and it barely came to the tops of your thighs.

"Well c'mon," he husked, patting his lap and letting his heated gaze roam over you.

You climbed into his lap kneeling over him and sitting back on his thighs. "If your idea is to fuck me..." you deadpanned.

He smirked wickedly, his hands sliding to your hips. "Nah it ain't that. You know you'd be comin' in minutes, love, then you'd be right back to your troubles again wouldn't ya? Need somethin' to relax yer brain fer a lot longer than that. Besides I need t'finish me film."

Well...he wasn't wrong.

For a moment you met his eyes, gleaming with mischief, and you could feel his cock swelling beneath you...and then you realized what he wanted to do. A surprising pulse of lust surged through your veins and you knew you were immediately wet for him. It wasn't something you'd ever thought of before but now that you did...now that you did you were more than eager to try. That might actually work.

His hazel eyes glinted with desire even as they darkened. "Be a good girl and get me cock out, yeah?"

You swallowed, nodding your head and sliding back off his lap. He gave you a look and you obeyed instantly, working his belt free and opening his jeans. He shifted his hips so you could tug them down just enough to free his cock, already hard and ready for you.

"How do you want me?" you whispered.

"Facin' the telly, yeah? Wouldn't want you to miss the rest o' the film."

You hadn't really seen the first half as you'd been working at the same time, but you had a feeling that didn't matter. And maybe it would help to have something to watch to help distract you from his...distracting.

You stood up and turned around as he slid one big hand around the base of his cock to steady it, and gripped your hip with the other.

"Ready, doll," he murmured low, and you moved to sit on him slowly, his hand positioning you with a tight grip.

When you felt the head of his cock at your entrance, a little moan left your lips but he kept guiding you down without pause.

"Fuck..." you breathed. Without much preparation, the fit was tight and he stretched you almost uncomfortably but you knew your body would adjust.

"Fuckin' hell, love, your gushin'," he groaned. "Must've liked this idea more than I realized."

You wanted to argue but a broken moan was all that left your lips. You took a breath as you took him all way, you ass quickly pressing flush against his thighs. "Oh my god..." you whimpered. Syrupy pleasure flooded through your body, making your clit throb and your cunt flutter around his length as you thought about staying like this.

Billy gripped your hips hard with both hands and you felt another gush of wetness around him.

"Easy now. Take a deep breath fer me, love. Yer gonna have to calm down if you yer gonna be a good girl and let me keep ya on me cock till I'm done watchin'."

"Oh fuck," you moaned breathily, closing your eyes and biting your lip hard. Breathe, you muttered to yourself. Breathe.

His hands rubbed soothingly over your hips and outer thighs and you took a slow deep breath and licked your lips, focusing on the tv in front of you.

You caught sight of the time bar and you almost groaned at the amount of time that was left, just a little less than an hour. Fuck. Breathe.

He felt so thick inside of you, the size of him alone lighting up every nerve ending you had. But you had a long way to go so you took another deep breath, and finally your body let go of some of the tension, just a little.

"That's my girl," Billy murmured low from behind you. He slid one arm around you and urged you to lean back against his chest. "Just rest here for a bit, filled up with me cock, not thinkin' 'bout nothin' else."

Your only answer was another whimper and he gave a low chuckle.

Starting the movie again, he moved a pillow to your side, and another on his shoulder so you could rest your head against it and still watch the movie. Your bare legs were draped over his jean clad thighs and you had to be careful not to let his open zipper scrape across your inner thighs or worse. Incentive not to move, you supposed.

You swallowed again, trying hard not to clench around him, but you couldn't help the little flutters of your cunt anytime his cock twitched or he shifted even the tiniest bit.

How he was keeping his own control so easily, you had no idea. Probably had a wank in the shower earlier, you sighed to yourself.

His chest was warm against your back and his big hand was rubbing your thigh. You really tried to watch the movie, but fuck, he was so deep like this. His cock was fiery hot inside of you and you swore you could feel the veins that ran the length of it. You felt every inch af him.

Minutes ticked by slowly, and you did your best for almost 15 of them, but as pleasure continued to pool in your center, and your body adjusted to his size, relaxing and taking him deeper, all you could think about was getting relief. You were dripping and you were sure he could feel it, but still he seemed as relaxed as ever, lazily stroking your thigh as he watched the tv.

Then before you could try to stop yourself, your hips rocked on top of his lap and a soft little cry escaped as bliss erupted inside you, making your whole body tense and buzz, making your fingertips tingle.

Billy rumbled and caught your hips with both hands, gripping hard, holding you still. "No movin', doll."

Your clit throbbed helplessly, completely neglected and you had to bite your lip to keep from whining pathetically, clenching your hands on your thighs.

"Breathe," he murmured, his beard tickling the

curve of your neck as he leaned forward. You took a gulp of air, and then another, not even realizing you'd stopped.

Breathe.

Finally, you caught your breath and your lust lowered back to a simmer.

"That's a good girl fer me," Billy said, kneading your hips in reward but all you could do was groan at his praise and it made your cunt flutter around him again.

"Don't say that," you whimpered.

He gave a quiet laugh and patted your leg. "We'll have to keep practicin' this," he said low against the shell of your ear, then went back to watching the movie.

You slumped back against his broad chest again and his arm came around you. Instead of thinking about the way his cock was filling you, you tried to focus on letting your palm play over the little hairs on his forearm. After another 15 minutes, a hazy-sweet fog started to drift over your mind, some combination of dazed and still wildly turned on.

Anytime he moved it sent a jolt of pleasure through you but you were starting to get used to it, learning to let it soften into your body, banking it for later.

After awhile you couldn't even tell where he ended and you began, he was just a part of you.

At some point you must have completely spaced out, because you suddenly realized the tv was off. Billy was smoothing his hands slowly over your stomach and your thighs and your hips, still thick and big inside of you.

"Did I do it?" you murmured languidly.

Billy leaned closer, kissing the side of your neck, his mustache and his beard scratching sensitive skin spectacularly. "You did it. Such a good girl. My girl..."

You made a lilting, blissful sound and wrapped your fingers around his forearms, desperately needing to hold on to something.

"Think you can come for me now, pet?" His voice was gravelly and rough in your ear.

"Mmmm...mmhmm..." You gripped his arm tighter, unable to get your mind to even form another word. Every single worry was completely gone and you couldn't care less about anything except this right here.

Billy shifted underneath you, pushing his jeans further down his thighs and the movement made him thrust up into you.

You cried out, trembling with need, and he made a low sound to soothe you. "I've got ya, love. I'll take care now..."

It was too much to hold yourself up so you fell back against him and he rumbled approvingly. The vibration in his chest only added to your pleasure.

He pulled the edges of his shirt that you were wearing apart so you were totally exposed and tugged it down so your shoulders were bare but didn't bother taking it all the way off. Then he wrapped his hands around your bare waist and began to thrust up into you. "Fuck," he groaned.

"Wasn't gonna last much longer either, love."

One of his big hands slid up to engulf your breast, kneading the weight of it in his palm then pinching your tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your heart stuttered as you gasped for breath, every nerve lighting up. Billy knew how to make your body sing.

Lifting one arm, you curled it around him to thread your fingers through his hair and let your eyes flutter closed, just feeling him.

Every single thrust hit the right spot and made you whimper or moan or cry. Pleasure seemed to only crest higher and higher inside you, no limit in sight.

Within moments, as he had predicted earlier, you were on the brink of orgasm, but you wanted more, needed it. Grabbing at his hand on your waist, you pushed it down, guiding his fingers to where you were joined.

Billy moaned, his lips brushing the nape of your neck. "Mmmm, needy little thing, ain't ya..." he teased, but he deftly nestled two fingertips right over your swollen clit.

The second he started to circle over the throbbing nub your bliss heightened ten-fold...it had been left ignored for too long.

Your cries now were so much that you vaguely wondered if the neighbors would be concerned but there was nothing you could do, and Billy didn't seem to care at all.

His fingers slowed when he sensed you were almost there and he used his free hand to move your knees to the outside of his so he could push your legs farther apart with his own, wide open for him, and stuffed full.

Then his fingertips returned to their fast, slick circles with haste.

The eruption of your climax happened immediately. Your entire body tensed in pleasure, wave after wave crashed through you in relentless pulses as he continued to stroke your clit.

The growl Billy let loose against your shoulder in response was earth-shaking. You had never felt an orgasm this intense before and you could tell your thighs and his fingers and his cock were drenched.

"Fuckin' "ell," he groaned. He moved to grip your hips with both hands one last time, the fingers on one hand still slick with you, and he bucked up into you, rough and erratic as his own orgasm began.

Burying his face against the curve of your neck, he bit down, moaning, low and gruff.

Broken whimpers and unintelligible words fell from your lips as every sensation continued to bounce and ping through your body like a pinball machine.

You could feel his come, hot and thick, spurting deep inside you. It felt just as good as everything else this night.

By the end of it you were completely expended, weak in his lap. You wouldn't be able to move even if the apartment caught on fire.

Billy was slumped into the couch now too, but his arms were around you and he was still inside you.

You had no idea how long the two of you lazed there, but eventually Billy regained his strength.

You whimpered as he finally slid out of you then gathered you up in his arms.

Your own strength was long gone and it was not coming back. He carried you into the bathroom and you were too fucked out to even care he stayed. After he cleaned both of you up, he

scooped you up again and set you on the bed. He found your favorite, softest long t-shirt to sleep in and tucked you in. In the next minute he was sliding under the blankets too and he hauled you against his chest.

"Alright love?" he murmured.

"Mmmmmm. Mmmhmmmm." You were nestled in his arms, his skin warm beneath you and your face pressed to his shoulder. You wanted to say thank you but you were pretty sure only a mumble of half-formed words came out. His hand rubbed soothingly over your back and you felt him nuzzle the top of your head only seconds before you were out.

You couldn't go to work the next day, much to Butcher's smug amusement.

~~~

thank you for reading 🥹 thank you for all the inspiration to write this ❤️

@chocolategiverzombie @kus-babygirl @jynx15 @cassiopeia-grimm @karlurbanism

@butchers-girl @bluemerakis @bohemianblasphemy @babyfri3dric3 @dustie-faerie

@weallhaveadestiny @violent-darkness @norman-b @fenyxhawthorn @smallsadjellyfish

[kus-babygirl]

😍😍🥵🥵 @enchantedflameandflower

Billy Butcher x you oneshot!

Billy knows how to really take care of you when you need it most… 18+

NSFW 18+ only for smut, cock warming, piv, overuse of the words 'good girl'

Merry Christmas!

~*~*~

It was getting late. Butcher was watching a movie on the couch, but you were sitting at the table, finishing up some work.

When you were finally done, you gave a huge sigh of relief and checked your email one last time.

"Fuck," you groaned as you opened the 5th message from your boss that night asking you for a report on one of your projects. Frustration and tension and anxiety surged inside of you like the tide, and for a moment all you could do was sit there and stare at the screen.

Butcher had paused halfway through his movie as he got up to get a drink and seemed to sense what was happening. Honestly, you were stressed a lot these days. Most of the time he wouldn't notice, or at least would just let you be but right now you felt like you were at your tipping point.

"C'mere doll," he said from behind you.

You glanced over your shoulder to tell him you were busy, but the fierce look in his eyes told you he was not going to take no for an answer.

You sighed when you stood up and went over to him but all you were thinking was 'he noticed.'

Butcher slid his hands around your waist, tugging you against him. "You've been workin' too hard."

All of the breath in your lungs seemed to escape in one big whoosh. "It's just how it is this time of year.

I just have one more report to work on. And I need to do my laundry. And it's Thursday."

Butcher leaned back, lifting his eyebrow at you.

"Dusting day," you explained meekly.

Billy gave you a look. "I'll do yer laundry with mine and dustin' can wait. What can I do tonight to make ya sit still for a while and let yerself go?"

You leaned forward wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his broad chest. He was right, you felt like you were about to collapse but there was still so much to do...

"Maybe just hold me," you said softly.

"I'd be chuffed, love, but yer mind would still be whirlin' wouldn't it. Need somethin' to distract that pretty head o' yours too."

He rubbed your back for a moment as he thought and a soft, but tired, little sound escaped your throat. He knew you, and he knew it had to be something different to truly get your mind off of your worries right now.

He glanced at the tv where the movie was paused, then back to you. "Up for a little playin', love? I've got an idea."

The look in his eye told you it was something interesting and you couldn't help immediately being intrigued. "Maybe...what would I have to do?"

"Nothin' love. Go and change inta somethin' comfy. Just a shirt, nothin' else, then come back out and sit with me."

"Ok." You gave him a kiss before you retreated into your shared bedroom.

When you came back out he was sitting on the couch and he groaned as soon as he saw you.

"Fuck me," he muttered.

You grinned at him, pleased. You'd changed into one of his shirts, and you'd left it unbuttoned, though it was pulled around you at the moment. It was soft and it barely came to the tops of your thighs.

"Well c'mon," he husked, patting his lap and letting his heated gaze roam over you.

You climbed into his lap kneeling over him and sitting back on his thighs. "If your idea is to fuck me..." you deadpanned.

He smirked wickedly, his hands sliding to your hips. "Nah it ain't that. You know you'd be comin' in minutes, love, then you'd be right back to your troubles again wouldn't ya? Need somethin' to relax yer brain fer a lot longer than that. Besides I need t'finish me film."

Well...he wasn't wrong.

For a moment you met his eyes, gleaming with mischief, and you could feel his cock swelling beneath you...and then you realized what he wanted to do. A surprising pulse of lust surged through your veins and you knew you were immediately wet for him. It wasn't something you'd ever thought of before but now that you did...now that you did you were more than eager to try. That might actually work.

His hazel eyes glinted with desire even as they darkened. "Be a good girl and get me cock out, yeah?"

You swallowed, nodding your head and sliding back off his lap. He gave you a look and you obeyed instantly, working his belt free and opening his jeans. He shifted his hips so you could tug them down just enough to free his cock, already hard and ready for you.

"How do you want me?" you whispered.

"Facin' the telly, yeah? Wouldn't want you to miss the rest o' the film."

You hadn't really seen the first half as you'd been working at the same time, but you had a feeling that didn't matter. And maybe it would help to have something to watch to help distract you from his...distracting.

You stood up and turned around as he slid one big hand around the base of his cock to steady it, and gripped your hip with the other.

"Ready, doll," he murmured low, and you moved to sit on him slowly, his hand positioning you with a tight grip.

When you felt the head of his cock at your entrance, a little moan left your lips but he kept guiding you down without pause.

"Fuck..." you breathed. Without much preparation, the fit was tight and he stretched you almost uncomfortably but you knew your body would adjust.

"Fuckin' hell, love, your gushin'," he groaned. "Must've liked this idea more than I realized."

You wanted to argue but a broken moan was all that left your lips. You took a breath as you took him all way, you ass quickly pressing flush against his thighs. "Oh my god..." you whimpered. Syrupy pleasure flooded through your body, making your clit throb and your cunt flutter around his length as you thought about staying like this.

Billy gripped your hips hard with both hands and you felt another gush of wetness around him.

"Easy now. Take a deep breath fer me, love. Yer gonna have to calm down if you yer gonna be a good girl and let me keep ya on me cock till I'm done watchin'."

"Oh fuck," you moaned breathily, closing your eyes and biting your lip hard. Breathe, you muttered to yourself. Breathe.

His hands rubbed soothingly over your hips and outer thighs and you took a slow deep breath and licked your lips, focusing on the tv in front of you.

You caught sight of the time bar and you almost groaned at the amount of time that was left, just a little less than an hour. Fuck. Breathe.

He felt so thick inside of you, the size of him alone lighting up every nerve ending you had. But you had a long way to go so you took another deep breath, and finally your body let go of some of the tension, just a little.

"That's my girl," Billy murmured low from behind you. He slid one arm around you and urged you to lean back against his chest. "Just rest here for a bit, filled up with me cock, not thinkin' 'bout nothin' else."

Your only answer was another whimper and he gave a low chuckle.

Starting the movie again, he moved a pillow to your side, and another on his shoulder so you could rest your head against it and still watch the movie. Your bare legs were draped over his jean clad thighs and you had to be careful not to let his open zipper scrape across your inner thighs or worse. Incentive not to move, you supposed.

You swallowed again, trying hard not to clench around him, but you couldn't help the little flutters of your cunt anytime his cock twitched or he shifted even the tiniest bit.

How he was keeping his own control so easily, you had no idea. Probably had a wank in the shower earlier, you sighed to yourself.

His chest was warm against your back and his big hand was rubbing your thigh. You really tried to watch the movie, but fuck, he was so deep like this. His cock was fiery hot inside of you and you swore you could feel the veins that ran the length of it. You felt every inch af him.

Minutes ticked by slowly, and you did your best for almost 15 of them, but as pleasure continued to pool in your center, and your body adjusted to his size, relaxing and taking him deeper, all you could think about was getting relief. You were dripping and you were sure he could feel it, but still he seemed as relaxed as ever, lazily stroking your thigh as he watched the tv.

Then before you could try to stop yourself, your hips rocked on top of his lap and a soft little cry escaped as bliss erupted inside you, making your whole body tense and buzz, making your fingertips tingle.

Billy rumbled and caught your hips with both hands, gripping hard, holding you still. "No movin', doll."

Your clit throbbed helplessly, completely neglected and you had to bite your lip to keep from whining pathetically, clenching your hands on your thighs.

"Breathe," he murmured, his beard tickling the

curve of your neck as he leaned forward. You took a gulp of air, and then another, not even realizing you'd stopped.

Breathe.

Finally, you caught your breath and your lust lowered back to a simmer.

"That's a good girl fer me," Billy said, kneading your hips in reward but all you could do was groan at his praise and it made your cunt flutter around him again.

"Don't say that," you whimpered.

He gave a quiet laugh and patted your leg. "We'll have to keep practicin' this," he said low against the shell of your ear, then went back to watching the movie.

You slumped back against his broad chest again and his arm came around you. Instead of thinking about the way his cock was filling you, you tried to focus on letting your palm play over the little hairs on his forearm. After another 15 minutes, a hazy-sweet fog started to drift over your mind, some combination of dazed and still wildly turned on.

Anytime he moved it sent a jolt of pleasure through you but you were starting to get used to it, learning to let it soften into your body, banking it for later.

After awhile you couldn't even tell where he ended and you began, he was just a part of you.

At some point you must have completely spaced out, because you suddenly realized the tv was off. Billy was smoothing his hands slowly over your stomach and your thighs and your hips, still thick and big inside of you.

"Did I do it?" you murmured languidly.

Billy leaned closer, kissing the side of your neck, his mustache and his beard scratching sensitive skin spectacularly. "You did it. Such a good girl. My girl..."

You made a lilting, blissful sound and wrapped your fingers around his forearms, desperately needing to hold on to something.

"Think you can come for me now, pet?" His voice was gravelly and rough in your ear.

"Mmmm...mmhmm..." You gripped his arm tighter, unable to get your mind to even form another word. Every single worry was completely gone and you couldn't care less about anything except this right here.

Billy shifted underneath you, pushing his jeans further down his thighs and the movement made him thrust up into you.

You cried out, trembling with need, and he made a low sound to soothe you. "I've got ya, love. I'll take care now..."

It was too much to hold yourself up so you fell back against him and he rumbled approvingly. The vibration in his chest only added to your pleasure.

He pulled the edges of his shirt that you were wearing apart so you were totally exposed and tugged it down so your shoulders were bare but didn't bother taking it all the way off. Then he wrapped his hands around your bare waist and began to thrust up into you. "Fuck," he groaned.

"Wasn't gonna last much longer either, love."

One of his big hands slid up to engulf your breast, kneading the weight of it in his palm then pinching your tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your heart stuttered as you gasped for breath, every nerve lighting up. Billy knew how to make your body sing.

Lifting one arm, you curled it around him to thread your fingers through his hair and let your eyes flutter closed, just feeling him.

Every single thrust hit the right spot and made you whimper or moan or cry. Pleasure seemed to only crest higher and higher inside you, no limit in sight.

Within moments, as he had predicted earlier, you were on the brink of orgasm, but you wanted more, needed it. Grabbing at his hand on your waist, you pushed it down, guiding his fingers to where you were joined.

Billy moaned, his lips brushing the nape of your neck. "Mmmm, needy little thing, ain't ya..." he teased, but he deftly nestled two fingertips right over your swollen clit.

The second he started to circle over the throbbing nub your bliss heightened ten-fold...it had been left ignored for too long.

Your cries now were so much that you vaguely wondered if the neighbors would be concerned but there was nothing you could do, and Billy didn't seem to care at all.

His fingers slowed when he sensed you were almost there and he used his free hand to move your knees to the outside of his so he could push your legs farther apart with his own, wide open for him, and stuffed full.

Then his fingertips returned to their fast, slick circles with haste.

The eruption of your climax happened immediately. Your entire body tensed in pleasure, wave after wave crashed through you in relentless pulses as he continued to stroke your clit.

The growl Billy let loose against your shoulder in response was earth-shaking. You had never felt an orgasm this intense before and you could tell your thighs and his fingers and his cock were drenched.

"Fuckin' "ell," he groaned. He moved to grip your hips with both hands one last time, the fingers on one hand still slick with you, and he bucked up into you, rough and erratic as his own orgasm began.

Burying his face against the curve of your neck, he bit down, moaning, low and gruff.

Broken whimpers and unintelligible words fell from your lips as every sensation continued to bounce and ping through your body like a pinball machine.

You could feel his come, hot and thick, spurting deep inside you. It felt just as good as everything else this night.

By the end of it you were completely expended, weak in his lap. You wouldn't be able to move even if the apartment caught on fire.

Billy was slumped into the couch now too, but his arms were around you and he was still inside you.

You had no idea how long the two of you lazed there, but eventually Billy regained his strength.

You whimpered as he finally slid out of you then gathered you up in his arms.

Your own strength was long gone and it was not coming back. He carried you into the bathroom and you were too fucked out to even care he stayed. After he cleaned both of you up, he

scooped you up again and set you on the bed. He found your favorite, softest long t-shirt to sleep in and tucked you in. In the next minute he was sliding under the blankets too and he hauled you against his chest.

"Alright love?" he murmured.

"Mmmmmm. Mmmhmmmm." You were nestled in his arms, his skin warm beneath you and your face pressed to his shoulder. You wanted to say thank you but you were pretty sure only a mumble of half-formed words came out. His hand rubbed soothingly over your back and you felt him nuzzle the top of your head only seconds before you were out.

You couldn't go to work the next day, much to Butcher's smug amusement.

~~~

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Okay, here it is, a one shot fic, I said I would write for Karl as Santa from Violent Night, but I went with Billy Butcher, (For a change, it is a Alternate Universe from The Boys) I hope you all like it. I absolutely enjoyed writing it. And a massive thank you to @enchantedflameandflower for editing this for me. You are a literally angel 😇 (Yes, I did create the picture myself)

A Christmas Fairytale in New York (Billy Butcher x reader, and Terror makes a appearance)

“It was Christmas Eve babe, In the drunk tank…”

‘Fairytale of New York’ is playing in the background on the old jukebox stuffed in the corner of your old haunt ‘The Proud Raven.’

Proud, it wasn’t anymore. The floorboards creak with each step and sometimes crumble a little underfoot as they are riddled with woodworm. The door got stuck on occasion to the point where patrons would have to kick it open. The windows are cracked to the point where one strong gust of wind could potentially put them through. The light flickers with the old wiring, occasionally causing sparks to come out where the lightbulbs are screwed. And all of this because the owner couldn’t be bothered to do a big makeover.

Christmas lights with several bulbs blown out are haphazardly thrown up around the pub, and a very sad looking Christmas tree that hardly any branches on it, not much tinsel, and like 4 or 5 baubles, stands in the corner by the fireplace. There isn’t even a star or angel on top,

You sit at the bar on an old uncomfortable stool, nursing a glass of whiskey that had gone warm with the ice long melted away. There isn’t even condensation clinging to the glass anymore. You sigh, knocking back the rest of it, and signalling to the bartender for another, who takes your glass and starts refilling.

You look around the pub - all the regulars are there. Old Chet sits in the corner of the bar with his buddy, Otis. They are roughly in their early 70s, already drunk off their faces. They’ve probably been in here since it opened, but they never bothered you, only asking if you’re okay. Mildred and Betty, who are in their late 60s, are in the corner by the fireplace and the tree, probably chatting on how to get Old Chet and Otis’s attention. Arthur and Olive who are in their late 50s are in the other corner, arguing about if their children are coming over this year.

And then there is a newcomer, a middle-aged man, probably in his 40s, if the greying in his black hair, which comes down to just past his neck and his beard, gives anything away. He’s sitting right at the other end of the bar, in a Santa suit, looking bored and frustrated out of his mind.

He caught your attention immediately when he walked into the pub, and you found yourself looking at him multiple times during the evening. The bartender puts your drink down in front of you, and you nod in thanks, already lifting it to your lips and taking a long sip of it, relishing in the coldness of it. You know this will be your last drink of the night, so you’re going to savour it as long as possible.

The next few minutes pass by slowly with ‘Fairytale of New York’ fading out and Santa Baby replacing it, which you tune out. The next thing you know you feel someone sit down beside you, and looking up and you see the new guy sitting beside you with his pint of beer.

“‘Ello, name’s Billy,” he says with a sort of raspiness to his voice, probably from years of drinking and smoking, which you find really attractive.

“Hello,” you say, also giving your name.

“Saw you checkin’ me out quite a few times since I walked in here,” he says, looking down at you.

You gulp, blushing wildly. “I couldn’t help it…you look really handsome,” you say, taking another quick drink.

He lets out a low chuckle. “Even in this Santa suit?” he asks.

“Yeah, even in the suit,” you say, blushing. “But, I’d like to get to know the man beneath.”

“Oh, would you now, love? ” he asks, leaning closer to you.

“Yeah, I would,” you answer, looking into his hazel eyes, which seem to have the Christmas lights sparkling in them.

“Would you like to sit at a table?” he asks.

“Of course.” You get up from the bar and move towards a table in the corner, and you both take a seat beside one another.

“Ya know I’m old enough to be your daddy, love,” he says, leaning back in his seat.

“I’m 37, Billy, what about you?” you ask.

“Oh, alright, that’s not too bad then, I’m 47,” he replies.

“No way, I would have put you at least in your early 40s,” you say in shock.

“That’s nice of you, love. Now, what’s a woman like you doing in a place like this?” he asks, taking a sip of his drink,

“This is my old haunt. Used to come here when I was old enough to drink, but the new owner doesn’t care about this place anymore, not like the old owner. They passed away a few years ago now. It used be the best pub in town, hence the name, ‘The Proud Raven.’ Not anymore, more like ‘The Sad Raven,’” you explain.

“Alright, but I feel like there’s another reason you’re here.”

“You’re right. There is another reason why I’m here. But…I don’t think I want to disclose that information just yet.” You take another big gulp of your drink,

“Don’t blame ya, love, but we have all the time in the world,” he says.

“Yeah, we do, what about you? What’s a man like you doing in a place like this? Thought you would be home with your wife and children, not talking to a stranger like me,” you ask, already wincing at your words, when you see the look on his face at the mention of a wife.

“Don’t have a wife no more, she divorced me a couple of months ago, ran off with a slightly younger man. We didn’t have any kids together,” he says, knocking back the rest of his beer.

“I’m so sorry, Billy. I shouldn’t have said anything.” You gently lay your hand on his forearm, and he covers your hand with his.

“It’s alright love, not your fault.” He squeezes your hand, looking into your eyes deeply,

“It’s her loss, I couldn’t imagine letting you go at all,” you whisper, squeezing his forearm.

He lets out a small smile. “Thanks, love.”

“I found out that my ex was cheating on me for our entire relationship with his colleague from work. Only found out about it a month ago, and that’s why I’m here,” you say, looking down at your hands.

“It’s his loss, I couldn’t imagine letting you go at all,” he repeats your words from earlier.

You look up at him and see the sincereness in his eyes and smile, “Can I ask why the Santa suit?”

“Yeah, you can. It’s a little side gig that goes along with my actual job. Someone is picked to dress up as Santa every year and for some odd reason I always get picked,” he says with a sad expression,

“What’s wrong, Billy?” You move slightly closer to him until you’re on the edge of your seat.

“Nothin’ really, it’s just that every year I notice that there are fewer kids and it makes me feel slightly sad, that they don’t seem to believe in Santa. I think that the parents are gettin’ lazier and not wantin’ to do the Christmas magic, you know what I mean?”

“I know what you mean.” You can’t help but feel your heart break into a million pieces for him. Then you get an idea, which maybe really forward of you, to help him cheer up.

You stand up, removing your hand from his, and gently taking a seat in Billy’s lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and he gives you a puzzled look, wrapping his arms around your waist so you don’t fall off.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Can I tell you what I want for Christmas, Santa?” you ask and you see his eyes light up in amusement.

“Of course you can, but aren’t you a little old to be believin’ in Santa?” he asks, his voice dropping a couple of octaves.

“No, not really. I still believe in you. I thank my parents and grandparents for that. Yes, I did get picked on in school because of it, but I don’t care,” you smile brightly.

He gives you a bright smile back. “That’s good of your parents and grandparents. But I’m sorry for those who picked on you in school. If you give me their names, I’ll make sure to drop off a load of coal to them.”

You can’t help but chuckle. “Oh, Santa, it’s okay, I’ve forgiven them, but not forgotten them.”

“That’s good of you. Now, tell Santa what you would like for Christmas?” He leans his head down slightly close to yours.

You think for a little bit then say, “What I want for Christmas is to find someone that I can truly fall in love with, and vice versa. And for my new friend Billy to be happy and find love as well.”

“Well, I can’t help with anyone fallin’ in love or bringin’ them happiness, but I don’t think your new friend and yourself will have far to look for that,” he says, looking into your eyes.

“Thank you for listening to me, Santa.” You lean forward and kiss his cheek.

“You’re welcome, love,” he says, still holding you and his voice returning to normal. “Do you wanna get out of here? Maybe go for a walk around the park?”

“I would love that, Billy.” you say, getting up off his lap, and rummaging through your purse for some money.

“Don’t worry, love, I got it,” Billy throws a couple of 20s on the bar top to pay for both of your drinks.

“Thank you, Billy,” you say, making your way out of the pub with him.

You walk with him into the local park and take a gentle stroll around it. He pulls you into his side tightly when a group of rowdy young men in their 20s walk past the both of you.

“Billy, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, love,” he answers.

“You said that the dressing up as Santa was a side gig to go along with your actual job, I’m curious what your actual job is?” you ask, looking up at him,

“I work for the government,” he says, looking down at you. He escorts you to a bench and you both sit down.

“Wow, that’s cool,” you answer, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“What do you do, love?” he asks, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“I’m an English professor in the local college.”

“That’s amazing, but I can imagine it being hard some days.” He pulls you closer when he feels you shivering slightly.

“Some days are hard, but it’s worth it,” you say, snuggling into him.

You and Billy sit there for another hour happily, chatting about little things, like what hobbies you have, favourite food to eat and what you like to do on the weekend. You look at the time and see it’s half past 9.

“I better make my way home,” you say, standing and stretching a little.

Billy follows suit, standing up as well. “Let me walk you home, love.”

“Oh, Billy, you don’t have too,” you answer, looking up at him.

“I know, but it wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t. I want to know if you get home safe.”.

“Okay, Billy,” you smile walking towards where you live.

After a good 20 minute walk, you both arrive at your house and stand outside the front door.

“Thank you for walking me home, Billy, and I really enjoyed tonight. I would love if I could see you again?” you ask, feeling hopeful.

“You’re welcome, love, and I also enjoyed tonight. Same here, I want to see you again.”

“Can I have your phone, please?”

He nods, and takes his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it for you before passing it to you. You gently take it and quickly enter your phone number before ringing your phone from his, so you have his number. You pass back his phone, which he quickly pockets.

“Now, I have your number and you have mine,” you say, looking up at him.

“Thanks, love,” he smiles, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him, “Can I kiss you, love?”

“You don’t even have to ask, Billy,” you answer, wrapping your arms around his neck and closing your eyes, gently leaning up and kissing him. He quickly returns the kiss, gently opening your lips with his, and letting your tongues meet together. You hold onto him tighter, relishing in the feel of his beard against your cheeks and chin and moving your hands into his hair. You both feel the fireworks throughout the kiss. After a couple minutes of kissing, Billy gently pulls back from you, giving you little kisses on your lips.

“I have to go now, love, got to get up early for work in the mornin’,” he whispers against your lips.

You let out a small whimper, hugging him close. “Okay, Billy.”

“Hey, love, look at me,” he says gently.

You look up at him, “Yeah?”

“We will see each other soon, and we have each other’s number, so we can talk most of the night, when we aren’t workin’, yeah?”

“Yeah, you are right,” you answer.

“That’s my girl. Now, go on inside, so you don’t catch a cold,” he says.

You blush when he calls you his girl. “Okay, Billy.” You give him another tight hug which he returns and kisses the top of your head.

“Goodbye, Billy, see you soon,” you say, reluctantly letting him go and stepping towards your door.

“Goodbye, love, and yes, I will see you soon,” he says, watching you go inside and making sure you are safe, before turning around and heading his way home.

You rest against the door once you enter your home and the door has been locked, letting out a small squeal of excitement at the prospect of starting a relationship with Billy.

-6 months later-

You are walking Terror in the park, Billy’s English Bulldog, that he asked you to look after a month ago, while Billy had to go away for a small mission for the CIA. You didn’t mind looking after Terror, he was such a good boy and just like his owner, he has become extremely protective of you.

You smile down at Terror, walking him a little further before sitting down in the grass with him and grab a bowl and a bottle of water out of the bag. You fill up the bowl for him to drink. You happily stroke Terror as you reminisce over the last 6 months since you met Billy.

You can’t help, but think back to the first week after you met him. He took you on the most romantic dates all week, to the nicest restaurants, to the cinema or simple picnics in the park.

Then you begin to reminisce about the last couple of months, smiling at the memories of how you and Billy took every chance to see one another, even if it was for five minutes.

You pack away the dog bowl and bottle of water, before zipping the bag back up. You sigh sadly, missing Billy so much, and wondering if he is safe. Sensing this, Terror nudges your hand with his nose. You smile, stroking his back and he sits in your lap, snuggling into you. “I know, Terror, I miss him too,” you say, cuddling him and burying your face into his fur.

What you don’t see is Billy making his way towards you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. He knew that you were in the park because you sent him a quick message saying you were taking Terror for a walk in the park.

Billy smiles, seeing his one favourite person and his one favourite dog, cuddling on the grass. Billy lets out a low whistle that only Terror knows. Terror looks around before finally spotting Billy and runs his way over to him happily. Billy kneels down, stroking the hell out of him.

You look up really confused when you feel Terror move out of your lap. You go to call him back and that’s when you spot Billy, kneeling down stroking his dog. You scramble to your feet, grabbing the bag, and running towards Billy.

Billy looks up at seeing you run to him, and he quickly stands up with the bouquet of flowers. He catches you as you jump into his arms and gently spins around with you, feeling you wrap your arms around his neck, and crying into it.

“‘Ello, love,” he says, holding you tight to his chest.

“Billy, you’re back, you were suppose to message,” you say, removing your head from his neck, still with tears clinging to your cheeks.

“I know, love, but I couldn’t help but want to surprise you,” he says, gently setting you on the ground. “Here, these are for you,” he says passing you the flowers.

“Oh, Billy, they are beautiful,” you say, taking a quick sniff of them. You grab hold of the lapel of his iconic coat and bring him down to kiss, which he happily returns. He kisses you passionately back and he pulls back first, but keeps his forehead on yours.

“Not as beautiful as you, love. I have missed you, messagin’ you and FaceTimin’ you wasn’t enough,” he says.

“I’ve missed you too and you’re right about messaging and FaceTiming not being enough,” you snuggle into his chest happily.

Billy smiles when you snuggle into his chest. “How’s my man been?” he asks.

You chuckle. “He’s been really good. Some days, you know he has missed you the most, so I gave him one of your Hawaiian shirts to help him, and he is so like you.”

“That’s good. I bet you have been wearin’ one of my shirts as well, and what do you mean he’s like me?” he asks, looking down at you.

“I definitely have been wearing one of your shirts. What I mean is, is that he is getting protective of me, like you,” you answer.

“That’s me old man. I’m glad that he’s protectin’ you,” he says, kissing your forehead.

You giggle, still clinging to Billy. “Missed you so much, Billy. I was worried you weren’t going to come back to us.”

“I missed you too, love, so much. I will always come back to the both of you, and that’s why I put you down as my designated next of kin on my CIA form, so if anything happens to me, you deserve to know,” he says, looking deeply into your eyes.

“Oh, Billy,” you whisper, tearing up badly.

“Cause if I am being truthful, I love you so much. Realised when I was away for the mission,” he says.

“I love you so much too, Billy,” you whimper, starting to cry again, kissing him desperately, and he returns it, kissing you back just as desperately.

After a few minutes, you pull back wiping your eyes and when you look at Billy, you can see he has shed a few of his own tears.

“Let’s go home, love,” he says, bending and picking up Terror’s lead, and then wrapping his arm around you shoulder, while you snuggle into his side.

“Sounds good.” You walk with him out of the park. “Do you know what, Billy?”

“What, love?” he asks, looking down at you.

“Santa was right, all those months ago,” you chuckle.

Billy lets out a rare belly laugh, which you love. “That Santa was certainly a very wise man, love.”

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