#FUCKING MY BOY BILLY FUCKING BUTCHER?????

[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 ‘ad 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!)

[lloquent]

YUPPPPP IKTR

🎀Billy who’s obsessed with his girl🎀

🍰Nsfw🍰

•

•

He’s so thick it’s not even funny. Takes a lot of prep for you to get ready, but he loves doing it for you. He can’t keep his hand off his doll. His absolute favorite thing to do is push his lovies thick thighs up to their chest. Wanting to see them folded in half constantly is his guilty pleasure. The pretty pink lingerie he got you basically torn to shreds the moment he saw it. At least the panties were.

His hand never left your tummy as he repeatedly thrusted into you. It was as if he knew exactly where he was hitting inside of you, tracing his finger where he thought he was. Your babbles about him being too big were met with condescending coos of how you were a big girl and we’re dating a real man now. He knew you could take it, his pretty girl was just a cry baby.

He loved it though, always loving to watch your pretty doll like eyes get all glossy. His large hand moved to capture yours, interlocking you guys fingers.

“There’s my girl, no more tears now are there? Such a good girl for daddy. Gonna make my girl feel real good okay?” He let his free hand that was on your tummy slide down between your thighs. His thumb rubbing circles on your clit making your gummy walls feel even tighter around him. Your pretty moans and whines filled the room.

He knew you were so close, he could read you like a book. Everything there was to know about your body he knew. You weren’t with some boy who only cared about getting himself off and not even making sure you came. No, Butcher wanted you to make a mess for him. He got off on giving your pleasure.

When your cries about needing to cum filled his ears he couldn’t help his smirk. His hand came to your face, grabbing your cheeks and pulling you up and pressing his lips against your plump glossed ones “that’s it, cum for daddy pretty girl.”

[wowifinallymadeanaccount]

Current Moods after finishing Gen V:

[recordsforeyes]

prior to this episode, they treated SA seriously and not a joke or sexualized. but now it’s funny?? because it’s hughie and he went through all that shit?? it’s funny because the sa was caused by a batman parody?? go fuck yourself seriously

edit: my apologies for the terf in the comments! she’s going crazy in there. my opinion still stands though.

[ex0rin]

Hughie Campbell | The Boys S01E02: Cherry

[rosie-dear-rosie]

Literally can’t stop thinking about about how Butcher’s going to handle it when he returns to the boys and finds out what happened to Hughie (both in terms of Tek-Knight and his dad) and how fucking devastated he’ll be that he wasn’t there to help, to protect his canary. After dealing with the powerless feeling of seeing his wife assaulted by a supe for years then to have it happen again to Hughie, someone he’s always felt obligated to protect. Blaming himself, thinking about how Hughie wouldn’t be in this mess, wouldn’t have had to euthanize his own father, if Butcher hadn’t dragged him into this in the first place.

Meanwhile Hughie couldn’t care less about what Butcher could or couldn’t have done. All he cares about is the fact that Butcher is with him now.

[indigohoney08]

*sighs loudly*

[bohemianblasphemy]

BARK BARK BARK BARK

[bluemerakis]

Drabble: Mean!Billy loves grinding fem!reader on his thigh

Word count: 0.8k

A/n: I get late night bitch-in-heat thoughts okay

[18+ ONLY]

Billy’s grip on your hips were relentless—thickset fingers contorting your tender skin until the flesh memorialised the shape of his hands with reddened blotches. The twinge of his nails set off some primal response within your body, a biological plea to flee the grasp of his talons, but the knot in your core kept you grounded against the bulk of his thigh.

Your clit rode repetitive rounds across the length of his jean-clad leg, the trail well marked with the juices he’d been coercing from your depths for the last hour, at least. He loved wearing you down this way—loved wringing the sense from your grasp as you came completely undone at his will, over and over and over again—a puppet stuffed with the mean movements of his thigh wedged between your yearning folds.

Each time you found yourself back in this position, you’d be nothing but a blabbering mess after the second or third induced high, the euphoria so entangled with the cognitive ability of your brain that you were left dumb and disposable at his exploiting fingertips—and a man like Billy Butcher had an unflattering tendency to help himself to more than his rightful fill.

“Fuuuckin’ hell,” he drawled gruffly, rough eyebrows knit together as he admired the fresh, slimy trail overlaying the countless pathways you’d ploughed into his jeans only minutes before. “Yer gonna sue me? Got tha’ cunt workin’ bloody hard and well into overtime. She achin’ yet—doin’ yer ear in ‘bout how unfair all o’ this shite is? Fuckin’ diabolical—this cunt o’ yers. I done milked ‘er dry for the last bloody ‘our, and still she keeps on deliverin’ me more,” he mumbled distractedly, all his efforts imbued into his steering of your hips.

Your head buckled with exhaustion, your tongue nothing more than an incompetent ornament each time Billy forcibly ground you against him in this brutal manner. It was a regular practice of his—a power trip of some sort that you knew he got off on because it was the only way he could have you gobsmacked enough to lay a couple on you.

Words had never been lost on a tongue as sharp as yours, and he always enjoyed the banter served up on a gold platter whenever you’d prowl around him during work hours within the compound—in the shared company of the rest of the Boys. But in here, in his apartment—completely and utterly isolated from their prying eyes, you could be considered Kimiko’s fellow mute for all he cared.

If it wasn’t his cock wedged half way into the warmth of your throat that throttled your wit, it was surely one or the other manipulations he’d perfected on your clit.

“Not such a prattler now, are we, eh?” He groused into your ear as you collapsed against his chest, exhaustion seizing all voluntary movement of your hips—but Billy would force the momentum, anyways, pawing at the skin and pressing you harder against him until your core imploded for the thousandth time.

Your hands furled around the fabric of his shirt, where they squeezed tightly as some pitiful act of defiance to antagonise his degradation—but only breathless gasps fled your lips, and your eyes could barely manage to comprehend the patterns of his shirt that you’d come to memorise within such short time of knowing him.

“Atta girl, doin’ so good,” he murmured into the crown of your head, chin resting onto the support of your collapsed frame. “I’ll let yer off after this last one—promise—just make it a good last one f’me, yeah? Can yer do that for me, Love?”

You stilled against his chest, some petty part within you not so willing to submit to him completely, but the way his hand slid across the curve of your ass to deliver a squeeze and then a harsh clap was enough to coax a whimper of surrender from your stubborn depths.

“You forget, Love, I’ve made me a mental manual on yer body by now—I know just which buttons to press to get ya all muddled up on me lap,” Billy husked against your ear, then stole a gentle nibble of your ear lobe. “Now, brave that poncy l’il clit o’ yers—this finish’ll be a bloody hurrah to behold.”

The friction against your clit built up to an unbearable burn as Billy raked you across his thigh, the pace so brutal that your sensitive extremities felt as though they were being skimmed across hot tarmac. The stimulation was so painfully—yet pleasurably overwhelming that you couldn’t help the pathetic moans spewing from your parted lips, fingers curling deeper into the hold on his shirt.

“Tha’s it,” he husked into your hair, his lips then trailing down your forehead to place an encouraging kiss on the sweat-covered skin. “Tha’s it,” he repeated more steadily—proudly, chin tilting down to where you released the last of your pleasure onto his jean. “Helluva finish, Love,” he remarked with a chuckle, that trademark grin settling onto his lips as he lifted his attention back to you. “Cunt’s nearly as expressive as you—and I do love me a feminist tag-team.”

I just wanted to flex my fingers with something dirty hehehe enjoy it my butcher sluts. The getaway house oneshot is coming soon I promise!!

Masterlist

Tags: @violent-darkness @bohemianblasphemy @babyfri3dric3 @internetitgirl17 @dwinchesterspie1967 @gibson-g1rl

[lloquent]

babe wake up new karl pic just dropped we need to talk about the greys in his beard 🫢🤭

[enchantedflameandflower]

Save a horse, ride a Karl

which one would you pick first? 😋

additional bonus question - which two together? 🥹

[dwinchesterspie1967]

I don’t know why that fucking smirk always makes me weak but it does I love that little insane smile of his 😭😩🥵🫠

[butchersboobs]

Today's 'I NEEED HIM! OH MY FUCK. I need him' is brought to you by this flirty little number:

Brutally eye fucking you through the camera

Watch the full interview

[highinmiamiii]

BABE WAKE THE FUCK UP KARL JUST POSTED

[gusdeservedbetter]

Mfs start imagining Ryan and Zoe teaming up in Season 5 against MANY COMMON ENEMIES literally seconds after finishing the season. Mfs is me, I'm mfs

[burntsaltsblog]

karl urban the man that you are