#butcher butch

[buntress]

[No spoons for IDs, help appreciated]

『🔪˚.』 ❝ Butcher Butch // Futch // Femme ❞

[PT :: Butcher Butch / Futch / Femme]

Flags for Butches // Futches // Femmes who feel a connection with butchers // butcher aesthetics such as meat, carrion, slaughterhouses, butcher shops, etc. Inspired by @rabidbatboy's butcher bisexual flag!

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For :: @/rabidbatboy's Cointober!! Day 6 :: Butcher

Tagging :: @horrormogai @radiomogai @io-archival @idmutts

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Continued Tagging :: @gender-mailman @kirugorture @blood-moon-night-coining

[beetlebug---1]

Promptober day 16: knives 🔪

[ashleyeveerson]

Haven't been able to think about anything other than the victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink and his 80's punk almost-boyfriend for a week, send help

[whitehotwild]

took a peek at amazon music’s The Boys character playlists (really just Butcher’s and Hughie’s… womp womp)… ohhhh old man Butcher my beloved.

all i can imagine is being at Butcher’s apartment for one reason or another.

☆ maybe the team went out to a bar together, and as everyone turned in for the night, saying their goodbyes, you and butcher were the last ones there. For whatever reason, he refuses to send you off by yourself to your own apartment this late at night and tells you to just come over and spend the night at his, that it’s closer anyway.

you try to ignore the zip up your spine when he leads you into his apartment with a hand on the small of your back. you try to ignore the soft flush of your cheeks when he teases you about snooping while you look through his one (barely filled) bookcase.

“what? you scared I’m gonna find your fuzzy pink handcuffs?” you tease right back, squatting down to flip through the vinyl records he has sitting in a milk crate next to the bookcase.

butcher rolls his eyes with a smirk, “mine ain’t fuzzy… d’you even know what those things are?”

you don’t react, but you do store that in the folder labeled ‘Useful Butcher Information’ that lives in your brain. ignoring his teasing, you let out a soft huff of laughter when you see a record you’ve only seen at your grandparent's house and in the back of a shitty thrift shop uptown.

“exactly how old are you?” you ask, pulling it out and showing him the record in question: Roy Orbison Sings Lonely and Blue (1961).

butcher walks over and takes the record from your hand, switching it for his beer. he had asked you if you wanted one when you two walked through his door, you had declined before, but have taken to stealing sips of his. it’s probably the closest you’ll get to kissing him tonight.

“old enough to know this is real music… not that Taylor Swift shite you force me to listen to in the car.” he snarks, slipping the record out of the sleeve, setting it on his cheap turntable.

you stand back up straight with a scoff, “you can make fun of my ‘brat summer’, but Miss Swift is where I draw the line.” the beginning of the record starts to ring softly through the room…

‘Only the lonely… (dum-dum-dum-dumby-doo-wah)’

“oh… you can’t be serious,” you smile softly and he holds a hand up as if telling you to ‘wait for it’. “…so corny,” you mutter shaking your head, still with that same smile.

butcher takes the beer bottle out of your hand, taking a sip before setting it on one of the shelves, “nope… classic.”

he lets himself be a bit softer around you, even if only for a moment. it’s only when you two are alone, usually late at night, usually after a few drinks that he lets the walls drop… only just a bit.

like now, when he pulls you into the empty space of his living room, placing your hand, the one that isn’t wrapped in his, on his shoulder, his free hand goes to the small of your back.

“so now you wanna dance?” you ask with a bit of snark.

butcher lets out a soft huff of amusement as you two start swaying, “what you lot was doin’ at the bar wasn’t dancin’… you was flailing about.”

“hm… whatever. least we were having fun, i mean… even M.M. got up!”

“‘cause he’s a sucker for ‘Earth, Wind & Fire’.”

“well yeah… who isn’t?”

“me.”

you roll your eyes with a soft sigh, “suuure… stick in the mud.”

you’re both quiet after that, only the sound of old music coming through shitty speakers and gentle steps against his floor fill the room. he dances you through the whole a-side of the album, the hand on your back has snaked around your waist, your head rests against his shoulder, and he holds your intertwined hands closer to his chest.

you take as much of this as you can get from him, knowing these moments are fleeting. there are so many unspoken words between the two of you, you’re too stubborn to make a move, and well… butcher’s too… butcher. he thinks he’s much too undeserving of something as precious as you.

and maybe he’s right. maybe he doesn’t deserve you, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting you, it doesn’t stop you wanting him. so for now… the soft, fleeting, moments are enough.

it’s always strange when those moments end, though. the way you can see his demeanor shift in an instant.

like now, the music stops and he looks away from you when you look up at him. you can see the way his face changes, like he’s snapping out of a trance or he’s caught himself doing something he knows shouldn’t.

butcher pulls away from you, wiping his hands on his pants as if the feeling of you lingering on his skin has to go. he turns to put the record away and turn off the turntable.

the silence lingers for a minute before he speaks up, “think we should turn in. you take my bed.”

you try to protest, “the couch-“

“don’t fight me on it.” the command isn’t harsh, it’s not mean, it’s only a bit stern, but he just wants you to listen to him.

he just wants to do something nice for you.

you nod with a quiet sigh and thank him with a soft smile. you both retire for the night and you both know you’ll be gone in the morning before he wakes up. you both know you won’t make any mention of it when you're both in the office tomorrow.

but you both know that for now, the fact that it happened at all is enough.

(divider by @/plutism)

[slightly-knot-insane]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do any wlw or mlm monsterfucking :3 If not, that's all good! I love your works sm!!! Have a nice day 🫶

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Monstertober 2024 - day 21 [ Undead ] by @ozzgin

[ fem!upir* x fem!reader ]

*'Vampires' and 'upirs' are pretty much the same, but since vampire was overtaken by the western culture, I prefer the expression 'upir'. Slavic upirs aren't afraid of the sunlight, but they are scared of crosses, fire and objects made of hawthorn. They can even live normal lives and have kids, but they are not imortal. They drink blood and harass people if they feel like it though lol.

content: blood, squirting, fingering, oral

You haven't visited a butcher's shop in a long time, and you really didn't expect to see a beautiful young woman working there. She greeted you with a smirk, completely ignoring the man who was in the line before you. Guy stuttered in shock but she just glared at him to shut him up. With a threat he'll complain to the manager, the girl scoffed and turned again to you.

"What will it be, sweetheart?" she asked you with a wink.

She was a bit too forward for your taste, but you still blushed. She was incredibly charming, even in that bloodied apron. She took your order and chopped the meat with a cleaver using the strength of a lumberjack. And she was really putting on a show. Finally, she wrapped the pork and gave it to you not breaking eye contact.

You paid for the meat and finished shopping... but couldn't stop thinking about the butcher. You almost ran back to her. She greeted you with a smile, as if she was expecting you.

"Would you like to come to my place... for dinner? My address is..."

And she accepted, as you knew she would. Before she washed her bloodied hands, you could've sworn she licked her fingers clean.

She came right on time, bold and beautiful. As soon as she entered, she sniffed the air. "You... didn't prepare anything?"

You opened your shirt and showed her your naked torso. "I washed my neck for you."

The cocky woman - or rather upir - shook her head in shock. "You... know?"

"I saw you lick off the blood. Upirs often work as butchers, I heard. Also, I'm never this attracted to anyone. I just connected the dots. I don't mind. I'm really into it, actually."

Looking at your naked body, she licked her lips and that was the first time you've seen her sharp teeth. She slowly approached you and touched your collar bone. "Well, well. So the dinner is you?"

"And breakfast," you replied, kissing the tips of her fingers.

In the next few hours, those fingers entered your pussy many times, pleasuring you. She managed to keep you dripping wet throughout the night. You moaned and trembled while her mouth kissed your folds, and her inhumanely long tongue prodded your entrance. "Oh fuck... fuck, your tongue... aaaah..." You orgasmed hard, and she made sure it was the longest orgasm you have ever experienced.

She then rode your face, rubbing her clit against your lips and nose, breathing heavily and panting. She held herself by your bedframe and it creaked under her strong grip. "You're so good... so warm..." She was all red, from mouth downward, between her breasts to her navel. Your blood and her drool mixing on her skin. You pinched her dark nipple and fucked her undead cunt with you mouth and finger until she came all over your face, squirting pink liquid.

She then jumped on you, with an animalistic growl and bit your neck. You melted into your pillows, sweating, almost choking from delight, while she sucked your blood and fingered you for what seemed hours. "The blood tastes like a liqueur when my partners are close to orgasm", she explained it to you in the morning. "Different blood tastes like different liqueurs." She edged you until your blood reached the perfect flavour and she was no longer thirsty.

[superkirbylover]

evil peppina is a butch. send post

[shadows-and-starlight]

Jenny Green runs a butcher shop. Despite popular belief, she does not sell any meat. No you misunderstand. It's short for "Butcher Workshop" where she as a lesbian teaches other lesbians or bisexual women how to be more butch.

[xmelic]

His name is Butcher but, he is called Butch as a short term from his name because everyone calls him by his nickname. lmao.

he does not have any lore nor any relative au backstory. BUT, he is part of an au I'm making with @without-any-title cuz they made me create the au as well called "SOULLESS KILLER" [Ilysm for that/p/lh]

altered versions below (without his apron on)

also, a bonus with SK[soulless killer] and Butch w/ their heights too.

[mydirtyvalentine]

idk if its been done but if any malevolent fan artist made art of the butcher but as a butch lesbain ??! call her denise collins

i would owe them my life i think-

[sassquire]

what a diva

[kookiekult]

Can someone explain how the shit someone can go from this

Monstrosity, right?

To this

He looks like a 70s serial killer in the first Pic but he looks like a Greek god in the 2nd.

[1tz-4ll-m3]

[psyxhic-angels]

that mf william butcher needs to count his days.

[whitehotwild]

need to be butcher's little hyperactive girlfriend and make him watch me do handstands and flips in the pool over and over again.

because his ass WOULD watch and every time i'd come up for air he'd give me a score out of 10.

[j3z463l]

Last minute dress up that didn’t last, me being my true self, leatherface butch leatherface butch

[wuntrum]

time to go to the pharmacy wearing a mask (covering up my facial hair) with my shoulder length hair and falsetto customer service voice like haaaai :3 i'm here to pick up my androgel testosterone ^_^