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Billy Butcher x Male Reader [Part Two]

Word count: 1.4k

Somebody sedate me ofmggg. Decided i don't want to hear billy talk rn so i simply gagged him. Lowkey wanna throw rocks at his house and make him cry (our relationship is complicated rn).

Idk how this turned into a male reader when it was supposed to be gender neutral. Oh well. Also he drools a lot in this idk why I did that.

[Part One]

You didn’t think, you just acted. You grabbed him by the collar, yanking him towards you, and kissed him hard. It was angry and messy, a collision of teeth and tongue that left you both breathless.

His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as he kissed you back with equal intensity. It was like all the anger and frustration had boiled over, spilling out into something raw and electric.

Your hand found its way to his throat, squeezing down hard enough that you knew there would be an ugly mark in a few hours. Your knuckles turned white with effort but that didn’t stop Butcher from leaning into your grip. Your kiss long forgotten as he chose to pant harshly in your neck. What a slut. Still, you wouldn’t get distracted so easily.

“Open up” you muttered, before unceremoniously shoving two of your fingers down his throat. You didn’t even have to tell him what to do, the brit immediately sucking like his life depended on it. Eyes rolling back and drool already rolling down his chin. It was always messy when you were with him but you weren’t complaining.

While he was making himself useful sucking on your fingers like they were the best cock he’d had in years, your other hand snaked its way down his front.

A wet patch had already started to form and he was unbelievably hard. You palmed him lightly, eliciting a muffled moan from his lips before eventually making your way to his hole.

Your fingers tentatively prodded his entrance, and to your surprise, he was wet.

“Such a slut for me aren’t you Billy” you cooed at him, thrusting your fingers in and out of his mouth softly. His entire shirt was now soaked with spit. “You couldn’t wait for me to come take care of you?”

The only response you got was a muffled “fuck you”

You chuckled “ I guess it’s only fair for me to have my turn now isn’t it?”

You grabbed his hair roughly and threw him to the ground, not giving a chance to breathe before pouncing on him, pin his thighs beneath yours, effectively trapping him against the ground.Butcher struggled against you, teeth bared in faux disgust.

You knew if he really wanted him off you he could easily do so, no one who's really struggling would arch up into your shallow grinds with such poorly hidden desperation. He wouldn't be propping himself up on his knees to better help you pull his boxers over the swell of his ass.

Shoving them in his mouth to keep him quiet, you decided to begin what you came here to do.

Because you felt like being a little bit nice today since Billy was being surprisingly quiet (and because you didn't want to hear him complaining about it the next day) you decided to finally remove your fingers from his mouth and got to work prepping him.

Your fingers entered him with little resistance. Starting with two you slowly worked your way deeper, purposely avoiding that bundle of nerves you knew Butcher was eager for you to find.

Just a few seconds of teasing got you frustrated whines from the man beneath you, squirming in his place underneath you.

He was so cute like this, face flushed red and tears gathering on his eyelids.

“You know Billy, sometimes I wonder how the rest of the team would look at you if they knew how much a whore their ‘beloved leader’ is”. You pulled your fingers out of him, instead replacing it with the tip of your cock, which was now red and weeping from the lack of attention.

“Could you imagine it?” you teased pushing into him slowly,”Standing in front of Homelander knowing that I had my dick inside you just moments earlier?” You felt him clench at that…what a whore.Your thrusts got faster, deeper, as all the frustration you've felt bubbling up inside you came (lol) up to the surface.

“You’d like that wouldn't you? Fighting him with my cum still dripping out of you?”. He frantically shook his head no as he ‘screamed’ what were surely muffled expletives from behind his makeshift gag. But you didn't need to listen to his answer to feel the way he clenched pathetically around your cock. You stored that info away for later, teasing him about Homelander was fun, but today was about him taking what you gave him, and you getting what you needed.

Your thrust reached a brutal pace, muffled moans and whines bouncing off of the thin walls of the motel. You could feel the pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach, and you knew that you were close. Reaching your hand under Billy’s hips, you stroked his cock at an unrelenting pace, desperate to make him come before you.

You wanted to record this moment, tears flowing freely down his face, the wet smack of your balls hitting his ass the only thing coming close to being louder than his wails. It was a wonder as to how he still had his boxers in his mouth, the poor material now darkened with drool. Still, as Billy reached his peak, you silently thanked it as it was surely the only thing keeping you from being interrupted with a noise complaint.

The brunette seemed to be in his own world, his tough guy persona long gone as he shook silently beneath you, his softening cock trapped between the floor and his cum stained stomach. You followed close behind, soft grunts escaping your lips as you emptied your load into him, before promptly collapsing next to him, chests heaving in unison.

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You knelt beside the tub, running your fingers through the warm water, testing the temperature.

Billy sat on the closed toilet lid, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with a tired sort of curiosity. His usual sharp, biting demeanor was dulled,

“You gonna sit there all night or actually get in?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder.

He huffed, shaking his head. “Bossy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, well, someone’s got to take care of you since you clearly won’t.”

He gave you a look but didn’t argue. With a sigh, he stood, peeling off his shirt and stepping into the bath. The water sloshed as he settled in, leaning back against the porcelain with a long exhale. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and for once, he looked peaceful.

You sat on the edge of the tub, trailing your fingers through the water. “You can’t keep doing this, Billy.”

His eyes cracked open. “Doing what?”

“Losing it like that,” you said, voice soft but firm. “Tearing people apart just because you’re angry. Lashing out at me when you don’t know what else to do with yourself.”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away.

“You want me on your side?” you continued. “Then you have to trust me. And you have to keep yourself in check.”

A muscle in his cheek twitched. He looked like he wanted to argue, wanted to push back just for the sake of it. But instead, he let out a long breath, staring at the water. “Not exactly my strong suit, love.”

You dipped your hand in the bath, letting the warm water slip between your fingers. “I know. But I also know you’re not as heartless as you pretend to be.”

Billy scoffed, but there was no real bite to it. “That so?”

“Yeah,” you said simply. “Because if you were, I wouldn’t be sitting here.”

A beat of silence passed between you, thick with unspoken things. He swallowed, shifting slightly, like the conversation was making him physically uncomfortable. You could see it—he wanted to apologize, admit that he’d gone too far. But Billy Butcher wasn’t the kind of man who could just say sorry. It wasn’t in his nature.

Instead, he reached out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer. His thumb brushed over the back of your hand, a small, unspoken gesture of remorse.

You sighed, shaking your head with a soft smile. “That your way of saying you feel bad?”

“Maybe,” he muttered.

“Wow. Huge moment for you,” you teased. “Almost like an actual human emotion.”

He gave you a flat look but didn’t let go of your hand. “Don’t push your luck.”

You squeezed his fingers gently. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Billy grunted, leaning back again, eyes slipping shut. But he didn’t let go of your hand—not even when the water started to cool.

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Billy Butcher x GN Reader Part One

Word count: 1.1k

Uuuh reader has luck powers like domino from Deadpool. They’re a retired supe who became disgusted by the culture and their inability to save the people they really cared about. The boys lowkey kidnapped you because they wanted to use your powers for their own benefit and now you’re kinda just a part of the group. 

Takes place after a mission gone wrong where Hughie gets badly hurt and butcher starts tweaking like he always does. This was lowkey hard to write and i had to split it because butcher speaks like hes in a cartoon + school is kicking my ass

[Part Two]

The warehouse was dark, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete and blood. MM had already gone to lie down whilst Frenchie and Kimiko went to scrounge medical supplies. You were still catching your breath, leaning against the wall, watching Starlight pace like she was looking for a way to explain herself. The mission had gone wrong- horribly wrong.

Billy wasn’t letting it go.

“You just couldn’t fucking help yourself, could you?” he growled, rushing at her like a wild animal. His hands were clenched into fists, jaw tight. “We had one job. One. Fucking. Job. Get the bastard with the intel. But no, you had to go and play bloody hero.”

“Billy,” Starlight said, her voice trembling. “That girl—she was going to die.”

“And what’s that to you, eh?!” he snapped. “We needed the prick alive to tell us where Vought’s next lab is, and instead of doing your job, you decided to swoop in and save the day. You love it, don’t you? Being the fucking golden girl.”

“You think I wanted Hughie to get hurt? You think I wanted him to get away? We all make mistakes Butcher… blaming everything on me just isn’t fair. ” she shot back, her voice breaking.

“Fair?” he barked, laughing bitterly. “Life ain’t fair, sweetheart. You think I give a fuck about fair? People are gonna die because you couldn’t keep your shiny little nose out of it!”

“Enough. We’re all still alive and that’s all that matters.” you said, stepping between them. “You’ve made your point, Billy.”

His gaze shifted to you, dark and piercing. “Oh, don’t you fucking start. You wanna defend her, do you? Might I remind you that the only reason your sorry ass is even here is to make things easier on us? So far you’ve been fucking useless.”

You clenched your jaw, your heart pounding. “This isn’t about me.” (u lowkey kinda did insert yourself into the conversation tho dude) 

“The hell it isn’t!” he snapped. “You’re all the same. You think the rules don’t apply to you. Think your powers give you the right to do whatever you want. To make every decision for everyone else. And whenever you fuck it up -which you always do- someone else pays the price because god forbid you ever face some consequences. Luck my ass…You know what you really are? A walking disaster.”

“Drop it, Billy,” you said, your voice dangerously low.

“Oh, what’re you gonna do? Get mad? Use your little powers to make everything go your way, like you always do?” He stepped closer, towering over you now. “Here’s the truth, love: you’re no better than her. You’re no better than any of ‘em. Supes are all bloody the same. Arrogant, reckless, and absolutely fucking useless when it really matters.”

His words cut deep, sharper than you thought they could. Your hands trembled at your sides, and you could feel the heat rising in your chest.

“You don’t know a damn thing about me,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, don’t I?” he said, sneering. “I know enough. I know you’ve got no bloody clue what it’s like to live without some fucking crutch to lean on. You think you’re clever, think you’re helping. But you’re just another liability. Just another Supe.”

That was it. The line snapped.

“Fuck you, Billy!” you shouted, shoving him back. “I’m not one of them, and you know it. You’re just too much of an asshole to admit it!”

For a moment, he looked genuinely stunned. Then his expression hardened again. “Oh, what’s the matter? Did I hurt your feelings? Poor thing.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. With a growl of frustration, you turned on your heel and stormed out of the warehouse, the door slamming behind you. As much as you wanted to punch the shit out of him (and as much as you knew he deserved it), both your injuries were too severe to risk it. Your chest heaved with anger, tears stinging your eyes as you stalked down the dark alleyway.

He’d gone too far this time. You’d shared those things- your feelings, your failures- in confidence, making yourself vulnerable for the first time in years. 

Just for him to use it against you when things didn’t go his way. 

You’d make him apologize later, but for now you needed to clear your head

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Hours later, you found yourself wandering the streets, letting your luck guide you. You didn’t know why you were doing this—why you couldn’t just let it go. Maybe it was because you couldn’t stand the idea of letting him think he’d won.

Your feet led you to a cheap motel on the edge of town. Room 312. It just felt right

You knocked on the door, your heart pounding.

The door opened, and there he was, standing in the dim light of the hallway. His hair was a mess, his shirt rumpled, expression unreadable.

“You’ve got some nerve,” he said, his voice low.

“So do you,” you shot back, roughly pushing past him into the room.

He closed the door and turned to face you, his arms crossed over his chest. “What the fuck do you want?”

“I want you to shut the fuck up and listen for once,” you said, your voice shaking with barely contained fury. “You don’t get to talk to me like that. Not after everything I’ve done for you.”

“Oh, here we go,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Go on, then. Give me the sob story.”

“I’m serious, Billy. You think you’re the only one who’s been through shit? Newsflash: you’re not special. And just because you’re hurt doesn’t mean you get to hurt everyone else.”

His jaw tightened, but he stayed silent. 

“You want to call me a liability?” you continued, voice rising. “Fine. But you and I both know you wouldn’t have gotten half this far without me. So maybe, just maybe, you should start showing a little fucking gratitude.”

Billy’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you thought he might start shouting again. But instead, he just stood there, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

“You done?” he asked finally, his voice quieter now but no less tense.

“No,” you said, stepping right up to him, your nose inches from his. “You don’t get to keep doing this. You don’t get to push me away just because you’re scared. You want to keep this thing between us? Then you’d better apologize . Because I’m not sticking around to be your punching bag.”

For a long moment, neither of you said anything. The air between you crackled with tension, the silence heavy and suffocating.

Then, finally, he spoke

“Make me.”

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Thomas Hewitt x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.6k Doesn’t use y/n Thomas Hewitt be my wife ᯓᡣ𐭩

The heat of the Texan sun was something you could never quite get used to. Years of living with the comfort of modern air conditioning had made you a bit spoiled, but you were determined to fully embrace your new country lifestyle. No television, no morning coffee runs, no constant hum of city life. The only remnants of your past life were your work computer and your phone.

Despite the sweltering heat and the silence of the countryside, life had its upsides. The Hewitt family, who lived a short drive down the road, had become your anchor. You remembered your first drive to your new home like it was yesterday —stopping at a local gas station to refuel both your car and your stomach. There, you met Luda Mae, who welcomed you with open arms and an invitation to visit her family anytime, seemingly excited at the idea of a new face.(get it lol)

You took her up on the offer that Sunday. The Hewitt home was a cosy, if a bit dilapidated, place that seemed to hold something sinister between its walls, though Luda Mae’s sweet demeanour made you feel at ease.

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Among the Hewitts, you found a special connection with Thomas, or Tommy, as you’d taken to calling him. He often came over to help with various repairs and to learn more about life in the city. You appreciated his company, and despite the lack of words shared you two spent many evenings watching movies on your laptop.(Thomas enjoyed seeing a screen that wasn’t black and white or prone to sporadic static cuts)

Your friendship with Tommy grew, and you made it clear he was welcome to visit anytime. You even shared the password to your laptop with him, so he could use it when he came over and you were busy with other tasks. And after a long long talk about the dangers of clicking on random popups, the two of you had finally settled into a soothing routine.

One sweltering afternoon, while you were outside tending to your garden, everything went wry.

Tommy was inside fixing a leaky roof per your request. You had been in the garden for a few hours, assuming that Thomas was either still working or had made himself comfortable, when your blood ran cold.

You remembered that last night you had been… taking care of yourself, to put it nicely. A man has his needs after all, and living in the middle of nowhere tends to take a toll on one's libido. A pang of embarrassment struck you as you realised Tommy might have seen what you were watching if he used your laptop. You dashed inside, hoping to catch him before he saw too much.

You found Tommy sitting at the laptop, his eyes glued to the screen. His cheeks were flushed, and he was clearly absorbed in the film. You felt a mixture of amusement and embarrassment as you approached him.

It was clear by the way that Luda Mae spoke about city life that the family practised a more conservative lifestyle. So much so that the first time you took your shirt off around him (you were both painting your fence and the heat became unbearable) he suddenly froze, paintbrush falling from his hand before he rushed away.

He couldn’t look you in the eyes for the next few weeks, so you knew you had to approach him carefully.

“Hey, Tommy,” you said, trying to sound casual.

Tommy’s head snapped up, and he scrambled to close the laptop, but his movements were clumsy and awkward. He avoided your gaze, his eyes darting around as his fist clenched tightly, face an alarming shade of red.

“Do you want to talk about it,” you said quickly, stepping closer to him. “I’m sorry for leaving that on there. I didn’t mean for you to feel uncomfortable.”

Tommy’s eyes flickered briefly to you before he looked down at his hands, which were nervously twisting the edge of his shirt. He made a small, uncertain noise, and fidgeted with the laptop, his fingers tapping nervously on the closed lid.

“We don't have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile. “How about you come to help me in the garden?”

Tommy finally looked up at you, his expression a mixture of relief and continued embarrassment. He gave a small nod, got up and headed to the garden. As your gaze followed him out the door you tried your best to ignore the slight bulge you saw in his jeans.

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After a few more hours of work, you both stepped inside, the coolness of the house a welcome contrast to the garden's heat. You poured two glasses of lemonade while he stood nearby, his tall figure hesitant in the doorway. His eyes followed your movements with an expression that you couldn’t quite place.

When you handed him his glass, you felt his fingers linger on yours, a touch that seemed almost too deliberate. He set the glass down, his hands trembling just a bit.

Thomas’ gaze flickered to yours and moving with a slight clumsiness, he reached out to touch your arm. The gesture was tentative, his fingers awkwardly brushing against your skin, almost as if he was unsure of how to position them.

Sensing his nervousness, you took his hand gently, guiding it to hold yours. “It’s okay,” you reassured him with a gentle smile, “Just hold my hand like this, we can take it slow.”

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and you could see the effort it took for him to do so.

As the moments passed, his nervousness seemed to melt away, and he slowly drew you closer, his hand still holding yours. His other arm, which had been hanging awkwardly by his side, now moved around you and he pulled you into a gentle embrace.

You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, his breath quickening as his arms tightened around you. The poor boy was practically shaking, and although the disapproving words of Luda May passed through your head, the arousal that was pooling in your stomach was quick to drown her out.

“There's nothing wrong with being curious Tommy… I don't mind.” your voice was all but a whisper. “I can teach you how to feel good...how to make me feel good. Would you like that?”

A moment of science passed, and then he nodded.

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You move him backwards slowly until his knees hit the back of your small sofa, just big enough to hold his weight, before settling between his legs. Slowly, very slowly, you reached for his zipper, the monstrous bulge making your mouth water.

You began with kitten licks, savouring the musky taste of the man you grew to love. The sheer weight of his length caused it to hang low down between his legs and you chased it eagerly. The tip was salty and his musk made your head swell. What you couldn’t fit in your mouth (more than half unfortunately but you’re sure your throat would thank you for your restraint later) you pumped slowly with your hand, not even able to fully grasp it.

His breaths were one of the loudest things in the room, his hips stuttering in a way you knew meant that he was close.

How cute. You hadn’t even done much, the familiar ache in your jaw was nonexistent and yet still he was so close to breaking. You wanted- no, needed to taste him. To see him fall apart on your tongue. Your beautiful boy.

Your kitten licks quickly turned into long sucks, your brows furrowed from the effort. A frantic moan came from above you Thomas’ hips bucking wildly. His monstrous hands gripped your hair so tight tears sprung in your eyes as he ground into your mouth like you were no more than a toy.

With a sob, his hips gave one last stutter before he came in your mouth. His cum was thick and admittedly a tad too bitter for your liking, but you swallowed it all as if it were the sweetest nectar. Even as it filled every corner of your mouth threatening to spill out past your lips it was much too precious to waste.

Your lips left him with an obscene pop. He was sweating profusely, strands of his raven hair curled widely as they escaped his ponytail. Simply beautiful.

“How was that?” you questioned in a whisper. “Did I make you feel good?” He nodded, and you moved to sit in his lap. “Now it’s my turn alright.” you start, palming at your own bulge that had been neglected. Never in your life had you considered yourself an exhibitionist but under his gaze you felt reverenced. Quickly pulling your length out of your slacks you wasted no time in putting on a show. Your pace was slow and methodical, because despite it all you really did want to show him how it’s done.

His gaze never wavered from your moving hand, watching your mushroomed tip disappear in your fist with a slick squelch. Slowly, his hand moved towards yours. You allowed him to have his way, and your dick disappeared completely in his closed fist. His hand was warm, clammy but oh so heavenly. He was so concentrated it was almost comedic, practically(and a little bit literally) drooling at the sight before him. The pressure was almost too little, but it was just enough to bring you closer to that familiar edge. Your hips bucked wildly as that heat that pooled in the pit of your stomach threatened to burst.

“Don't stop please-” you crooned “You're doing so good for me please just keep going” Your nails dug into his arm as your head snapped back in pleasure. Hot spurts of cum splashed onto Tommy’s chin and chest. You almost passed out when his hand kept moving, pace unfettered by your orgasm. You pawed weakly at his hand face buried in his chest as he quickly stopped his movements, checking to see if he had hurt you. “No, it's fine Tommy, you did good. Very good.” You nuzzled into him further, content to stay in his embrace just a little while longer.

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I hate the word bussy so much everytime it pops up in a fic I feel like I’ve been jumpscared

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Masterlist

Under the Texan Sun : Thomas Hewitt x AMAB reader

A Stroke of Luck (get it lol like stroking a dong) : Billy Butcher x GN Supe Reader

Part one

Part two

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I’m in a writing mood and went to look at some of the plot ideas I wrote out…