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

[enchantedflameandflower]

Save a horse, ride a Karl

which one would you pick first? 😋

additional bonus question - which two together? 🥹

[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

[indigohoney08]

It’s me…I’m girls 🎀

[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.

[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

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[alissssssaka]

made these a while ago, enjoy :D

[lloquent]

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

[enchantedflameandflower]

BUTCHER IS BACK! How does he so perfectly look so good and so like Billy just like that. Obsessed 😭 Just need a minute on his lap. One minute.

From Laz’s insta. Filming starts in a couple days

[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

[dwinchesterspie1967]

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

[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

[indigohoney08]

*sighs loudly*

[bluemerakis]

Yes, Billy, every time you come on screen, I have a moisture problem indeed 🫦

Oh I so hate CapCut because it keeps on unsyncing the audio of the video when I save it and now the transitions don’t align with the beats 😀 anyways, enjoy a little edit of the man of my dreams. S1 Butcher is so undefeated I LOVE HIM

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