#daddy butcher

[iwouldfightforfrenchie]

Thinking about Old!Billy Butcher

Old!Billy Butcher who feels guilty for liking someone so young but can't resist your pretty smile and the gag noises you make when you're sucking him.

Old!Billy Butcher who fills you up so good telling you how no guy your age could make you scream and cum like he does.

Old!Billy Butcher who calls you nickname like "bunny", "doll" and "princess" while he's trusting so deep inside you.

Old!Billy Butcher who spanks your ass and praises you while you're a moaning and whimpering mess under him.

Old!Billy Butcher who treats you like the queen you are once you two are done and gives you the best aftercare.

[olliveolly]

Hello people 👋🏼

Unfortunately, I won't be online for a while, but before I disappear, I would like to please you with a couple of fanarts🤗

"Child Homelander AU"

Being a foster dad can be exhausting, but to the delight of the children, when the adults are sleeping, the little ones can have a little bit of fun😉

[jarcosmos]

Its theeeem. They are the fcking same

[ramblingofamadman]

inside you there are two wolves: one is ur dead wife and other is ur dead boyfriend

[wallissa]

One thing I love about Hughie is that he’s the main character, but in such a “y/n” way. Completely unremarkable, ordinary loser who gets dragged into a life of crime and adventure by accident and whom everyone falls in love with upon meeting him, most of the time for absolutely no reason. Butcher wants to be his manic pixie dream psycho so bad, but then also breaks his own back to protect him. Frenchie and MM would kill Butcher if it weren’t for the fact that it’d make Hughie sad. Annie is a 10000/10 and wants to spend the rest of her life singing cringy teen music with him and and easing her way into pegging him. A-Train ended up with his life hopelessly tangled with Hughie’s and can’t seem to let it go. Victoria spent her breaks sharing snacks with him, knowing he’s murdering Supes — and never stopped trusting him, to the point where she came to him when she had every reason to believe he’d want her dead. Soldier Boy literally escaped endless torture and spent 90% of his newly won freedom trying to impress Hughie by putting on a little macho man show for him. The only person who’s truly immune to Hughie and his “putting his hair in a messy bun before getting sold to 1D” charm is Homelander, who genuinely just hates him. Fascinating character design, all in all.

[sabbqj]

Done!

GERALT OF RIVIA

I will be grateful for any interaction with this post <3

[ex0rin]

Butcher's hands on Hughie | The Boys S02E06

[not-reallyanywhere]

that man has the capability to make me go absolutely feral

[daddy-karl-urban]

Me trying to walk out of bed after butch absolutely destroys my 🐱

Mdni//

Fat dicked billy butcher, man has both length (6-7 inches?) but and girth. He’s SO fucking thick though that he stretches you out and needs to finger you open on his huge fingers to be able to sink inside you

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Cooper Adams x Reader • Includes themes of violence, murder, blood is mentioned often, period sex, infidelity, oral sex (m&f receiving) Reader and Cooper are both certified freaks seven days a week

You’d suspected for awhile.

You’d wondered even longer.

The question you’d wanted to ask Cooper had sat silent on your tongue so long, you’d have sworn you could taste it by now.

Even still, no amount of wondering could have prepared you for this moment: standing face to blood-streaked face with the man you loved, the question on your tongue quietly dying as it no longer needed answering-

Cooper Adams, your boyfriend, was The Butcher…

He stood still, lingering in the doorway, the one at the back of the house. Cooper had brought you here a couple of times, to smoke and fuck; and each time, he’d always brought you through that door, the one less likely to draw attention from neighbors. The house was isolated, but not completely. With Cooper being a married man, you’d understood his concerns and hadn’t objected to being brought in through the back of the house. Now however, it was obvious that he used the back door to conceal a much darker secret than his infidelity.

His left eye twitched, lips forced into a placating smile that chilled you to your core. “(Y/N)?” Cooper began, his voice wavering. “What are you doing here?” You swallowed as cracks in Cooper’s fake smile began to reveal themselves. Heavy rain pelted the ground behind him, lightning briefly illuminating his silhouette, tall and intimidating. He tightened his grip on the duffel bag slung over his shoulder; the sudden movement made you flinch, which Cooper found amusing.

Blood caked his jeans and the plaid flannel button-down he wore. His hair was tossed to the sides of his face, except for a few strands that seemed to be matted against his forehead with sweat. Cooper’s jaw was tight, the muscles in his neck flexing as he chewed the inside of his mouth, thinking. He’d have to get rid of you now, and that upset him. Cooper had enjoyed you, and not just fucking you. He’d grown fond of your dark sense of humor and the way both your mind and his seemed to play well with each other.

If he was being totally honest with himself, Cooper could even admit that he loved you. He’d confided in you, shared secrets of his past, his traumatic upbringing, the way he’d never been accepted by his mother or anyone else for that matter, until meeting his wife. And later, meeting you.

Your histories and minds were similar, in so many ways. Unfortunately, you’d proven yourself too clever for your own good…too clever to keep alive.

Cooper sighed, his insincere smile returning. “This is going to hurt,” he said, nodding for emphasis. “I mean that, (Y/N).” He took a step toward you; you shifted backward. “And I’m not even talking about the pain,” he continued. “Not the kind you’ll feel…” Cooper removed something from the bag, his eyes fixed on yours. It took you a second to identify the knife in his hand; it was so caked with partially-dried blood, you could barely make out what it was.

“…I’m talking about the pain I’ll feel,” Cooper continued, bringing the soiled knife to rest against his chest. “Here…in my heart.” He kicked his heel against the door, closing it behind him with a loud thud. You jumped, recoiling at the sound. Cooper held his hands tensed at his sides, the knife tucked under his right thumb. “I don’t want to lose you,” he said, taking another step closer. You didn’t back away this time; your mind was racing for a solution, for a way to make Cooper understand that killing you wasn’t necessary.

“Then don’t,” you told him, trying to sound brave. You hoped he couldn’t see you trembling, couldn’t hear the plea in your next words even as you tried to suppress it: “Don’t kill me, Cooper…”

His expression was bittersweet, a resigned sigh leaving his chest. “They all say that,” Cooper told you, his voice eerily calm. “None of them want to die, (Y/N). They all beg me not to kill them.” He changed his voice to a slightly higher pitch, imitating his victims. “ ‘Don’t kill me, please…I’ll do anything, please…Just let me go, I won’t tell anyone’ .” Cooper’s free hand shot out and grabbed you by the wrist, tugging you into him, erasing the remaining space between you. “What makes you think you’re any different from the rest of the people I’ve murdered?” he glared down at you.

A tear rolled down your cheek, so hot it burned. “I’m different because I love you, Cooper,” you told him. And you meant it. His grip on your wrist softened immediately, the tension in his jaw easing. “I don’t care that you’re The Butcher, or whatever stupid nickname they’ve given you,” you continued. “I accept you. Cooper, I love you.” A few seconds passed in silence. “Have any of the others ever said that?”

Cooper’s eyebrows were drawn together in concentration as he wrestled with the conflicting messages inside him. One said to protect himself by ending your life. The second option was much more tempting for Cooper, to grant you the mercy of life, a privilege which he alone now held.

Cooper pressed his lips to the top of your head, his knife ghosting your cheek as he used the hand that held it to stroke your hair. His breath was heavy, his chest rumbling against your cheek as he spoke. “What am I going to do with you?” Cooper asked. It wasn’t a question at all, not really. You lifted your chin, eyes fixed on Cooper’s, tilting your head so the blade in his hand was deliberately primed against your throat. An offering up, not of surrender, but of submission. He’d seen his share of tears, heard more than enough screams to fill his ears a lifetime; but the way your resistance melted in front of him touched something in Cooper that hadn’t been touched in a long time, if ever. Faced with the darkest part of his soul, you still accepted him.

You placed a hand tentatively on Cooper’s forearm, where the sleeves of his shirt were rolled to his elbows. While his hands were clean from wearing gloves, Cooper’s forearms were spattered with blood, a viscous crimson syrup drying in the tufts of hair lining his skin. He repeated his question, a huskier, seductive tone making his meaning crystal clear: “…what am I going to do with you?”

Cooper released his grip on the knife. It fell to the floor with a clatter, as lightning lit up the room, thunder rumbling close by. He was bent forward slightly so your foreheads could touch, his eyes drifting closed as you smoothed your hands across his broad shoulders. Warm breath dusted your neck as Cooper’s kiss traveled down the slope of your shoulder, his big hands securing you in place at the small of your back. The energy between you was electric, buzzing like an alarm whose warning you refused to heed. You were in too deep, now. With Cooper, you always had been.

He began to work the buttons of his flannel undone, as you went down to your knees. You looked up at Cooper from between his feet, his heavy boots caked with mud and grass from the storm outside. Lightning struck very close to the house; the lights flickered as thunder bellowed from above. And then, the room went dark, moonlight alone providing any visual for the two of you.

Cooper was unaffected by the loss of electricity. He folded his shirt and set it aside, hands moving to undo his belt and jeans. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness quickly; you were able to make out the image of Cooper, his hulking frame towering over yours, stray strands of hair fallen forward as he watched you at his feet. You were on your knees in front of The Butcher himself, and it felt…exhilarating. Rather than making a plea for your life, your tongue was gently pleading for his sex, padding thick and wet against the outline of Cooper’s erection.

He tugged his zipper down and freed his cock, the wet tip tapping against your lips in the darkness. You felt Cooper’s hand come to rest atop your head, his fingers knotting softly inside your hair, guiding you gently onto him. The only sounds in the room were Cooper’s shallow breaths and grunts, and the wet sucking sound of your throat closing around him. Cooper let you suck him a moment longer, before removing his cock from your mouth, breathily explaining “-the shower, baby-want to fuck you in the shower.” He felt around the floor for his duffel bag and retrieved a flashlight from inside it. Switching it on, Cooper smiled when he saw your streaked makeup in the light, knowing his cock had made a mess of it. He held the flashlight between his teeth and trotted upstairs with you, using the beam to light your way.

The bathroom in its entirety wasn’t that large but thankfully, the shower was. Cooper switched on the faucet and held his arm under the water stream to check the temperature, bits of dried blood re-wetting and dripping to the shower floor. You’d quickly discarded your own clothes and stepped inside, around the water stream till Cooper had adjusted it. He shed his pants and hastily folded them before tossing them onto the sink. He was in a hurry; he’d never wanted you this badly before.

The flashlight’s battery was almost dead, its last real bit of power used on the way upstairs. Now, you and Cooper were essentially in complete darkness again, except for the moonlight threading through the small bathroom window. Cooper had no trouble manipulating your body in the darkness. His right hand slipped immediately between your thighs, reaching around with his other arm and pulling your chest into his. Warm water cascaded down Cooper’s back and shoulders, dripping along his chest and between your breasts where your bodies were pressed together. His fingers rubbed rough circles over your clit, making your hips buck into the heel of his palm as you selfishly chased your climax. “That’s a good girl,” Cooper murmured in the darkness, his breath labored with arousal. “Gonna come for me just like this, yeah?” You whimpered a reply, but Cooper wasn’t satisfied. “Oh, you can do better than that, sweetheart,” he said. “Use your words. Tell me how you’re gonna come-.” He dipped his head forward, teeth catching the soft skin of your neck and biting just enough to make you squirm even more wildly on his hand. “Ungh-on-oh!” you squeaked, your hips trembling. “-On your h-hand, S-Sir!”

Cooper’s face was stoic but satisfied in the darkness; he was in his element, his happy place. He was in control. As you quivered and shook on his hand cupping your pussy, Cooper slid his other hand around your throat, briefly silencing your scramble of moans and whimpers. “WORDS, baby,” he gently reprimanded, his fingertips tapping against your pulse. “Can’t give you what you want till you ask for it-.”

Cooper slipped a finger between your lips, hooking around the smooth spot inside you, your spongy walls sucking his finger greedily. Your head fell backward, a string of desperate pleas tumbling from your mouth, interspersed with Cooper’s name. He let you come, giving you what you needed because you’d asked for it so nicely. You gushed all over Cooper’s hand and wrist, slick spilling between his fingers and onto the shower floor. He couldn’t see it in the darkness, and he didn’t need to; he could feel your blood on his fingers, knew the texture well and that your orgasm had surely painted the shower floor red at his feet.

He removed his finger from inside you, once you’d stopped squeezing it, and popped the slippery digit inside his mouth. A coppery, musky flavor sank warm on his tastebuds; Cooper exhaled gratefully through his nose, releasing his finger only after sucking every drop of you from it.

Lightning crackled above the house as Cooper lowered himself to his knees in front of you. You rested your hands on his shoulders, leaning into his sturdy frame as he sank his mouth between your legs. Cooper’s tongue found exactly what he’d hoped to find, what he craved…more of your sweet arousal tinged with the bitter tang of fresh blood.

You knew you were bleeding; your period had started that morning. You also knew that Cooper had a preference for fucking you on your period; you’d just never really thought much of it. The truth was, the blood aroused Cooper, reminded him of his other, secret life, and the power he held over others. Seeing himself covered in someone else’s blood, especially such intimate places like his cock, helped Cooper achieve the most powerful orgasms imaginable. It’s one of the reasons he’d grown to love you; your openness to trying literally anything sexually was liberating, allowing Cooper the chance to indulge his most taboo fantasies. One of those fantasies included eating you out on your period. He’d tried to bring other women around to the idea, but each of them had been repulsed by even the suggestion. You, however, had no reservations about letting Cooper use your body however he wanted, in whatever state it was in…

His tongue bathed your outer lips, licking them clean. Cooper massaged his cock in lazy strokes, in no hurry to come just yet. When the tip of his tongue pressed inside you, he grinned against your pussy at the way your soft, wet entrance trembled around him.

One of your hands was now on Cooper’s head, fingers locked in the strands of his hair. When he hoisted your leg over his left shoulder, you braced yourself against him, knowing he wouldn’t let you fall. Cooper held you steady as he nuzzled and lapped your essence, his eyes closed in a kind of reverent, trance-like high. It was the closest Cooper had ever come to a religious experience, drinking your most precious offering at the altar of your thighs, and for him, it was more than enough.

When he’d made you come twice more on his tongue, Cooper rose to stand, pressing red kisses to your belly and breasts that looked like lipstick marks. He reached for you in the darkness, his hands pulling your hips closer. You felt Cooper’s erection prodding between your thighs, and closed your hands around it. He hissed in a sharp breath as you grazed his tip; he was so sensitive, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Get on your knees,” Cooper panted urgently, his hand on your head pushing you downward. You sank to the shower floor, letting Cooper guide his cock into your mouth in the darkness. Lightning flashed outside, briefly revealing his blood-soaked lips parted in desperation, his eyes fixed on you at his feet while he used your mouth for his own satisfaction.

Cooper finished down your throat with a growl, his stomach tense as hot streams of cum pulsed over your tongue. You swallowed his seed with a contented grin, humming softly around Cooper’s shaft as you tugged the last drops of his cum between your lips.

The water continued to pour over your bodies as Cooper cradled you against his chest, rocking you gently. In that moment, he almost regretted his decision, almost thought of changing his mind. But there was no sense in getting sloppy after all these years, after so long a run of keeping his secret life secret.

Cooper glanced at the bathroom sink. A thin sliver of moonlight cast onto the knife you hadn’t noticed him bring upstairs along with the flashlight. He pressed his lips to your forehead one last time in a silent kiss goodbye, and reached toward the sink…

[stealfromthedevil]

For the love all things unholy

[waitruzmorbutr]

How we handling the S4 finale lads?

[grimeonadime]

[whitefeathers]

i’m literally day dreaming about mean daddy dom butcher yelling at me🫠

MDNI. cw: daddy kink, denial, butcher being a mean daddy dom, spanking (just the 1), spit kink, vvv light knifeplay

"You tryin' to be a fuck up or is it just in your DNA? You piss daddy right off to no end, you little cunt. Bend over." You know not to argue with Butcher when he shouts at you like this, and even though tears brim your eyes, you bend over the couch for him and present your ass. You wanna win back his favour, be his good girl. You just have to take his punishment.

He settles behind you, the slow thud of his combat boots against the floor getting louder until they stop, the shadow from his massive frame covering you entirely. He takes a switchblade from his pocket, clicking it open and grunting at you to not fuckin' move as he slices the waistband of your skirt. You flinch, and Butcher throws the knife to the floor, letting it clatter just to make you jump even more.

"Wearin' this stupid slutty outfit. Did you see Homelander eye fuckin' you? I know the bastard has x-ray vision but at least fuckin' try not to present your pussy to every man you see." He roughly palms the fat of your ass cheek, leaving skin blanched beneath his fingers. His hands feel cold and rough, and you shiver, biting down on a couch cushion to not whine. You know Butcher likes you quiet until he really starts. That's when he wants you screaming.

"And lookie here, eh?" He gets down on his knees to really inspect you, his face in line with your prettily arched ass. He's too damn tall to see shit when he's stood up.

His pointer finger traces your pussy through your panties, and the easy slide of his finger down through the wet fabric makes you hot with embarrassment. "This little princess cunt is all soaked. All cuz daddy yelled? Cuz daddy's getting mean?"

You don't reply, instead bucking into his touch, trying to grind your clit into his finger. He snatches it away and spits meanly onto the crotch of your panties, right where your cunt twitches beneath the fabric. His spit soaks through and mixes with your slick, making you feel uncomfortably slippery and disgusting.

"You wanna be wet, be wet, dumb cunt. Go put another one of your skirts on. Put that denim one on daddy likes, you know the one. Little short number. I ain't touchin' you til that pathetic little panty stain dries." He slaps your ass, hard, and stands up, turning away from you. You're left denied and confused, pushing yourself up on wobbly forearms and giving Butcher the best puppy eyes you can muster. You want his punishment, want his attention - anything but denial when he's gotten you so worked up.

He doesn't even have to turn back to look at you to know the look you're giving him.

"Wipe those puppy dog eyes off ya face. I don't care. If you're gonna be a slut, go be a slut. Go show off that wet cunt for everyone to see. Lemme know when you're all dry and know how to be a functional human and not a cum hungry cunt," he lights up a cigarette, settling himself down on the makeshift kitchen table and opening up his newspaper. He's still angry at you, you can tell. But he wants you to suffer for it.

"But- But daddy-"

"No buts." He glares over his newspaper at you, clicking his fingers and pointing at your bedroom door. "Do as ya told."

You do. Your panties don't dry up the whole night, not even when you and the rest of the team watch reruns of Midsomer Murders and Butcher ignores you completely, other than spot checks under the blanket to rub your cunt and see if you've gone back to normal.

Butcher loves being cruel to you, and he loves that you're this soaked for him. Even if you don't meet his conditions - which he knows you won't, your pussy is slick with arousal and he can practically hear the heartbeat in your clit hours after he yelled at you - he's still going to give you a good pounding later on. Make it all better for his good girl, yeah?

[strangererotica]

Cooper Adams headcanons (nsfw!! 18+!!)

…has his hand on your throat when he’s fucking you…not enough to cause any discomfort but enough to remind you that HE is in control…

…and speaking of control, Cooper’s absolutely got a kink for allowing you to come ONLY when HE says you can…

…big dom energy, ofc…

…bites during sex…eats you out from behind, positioned between your legs, leaving bite marks along the curve of your ass and thighs…

…BONDAGE BONDAGE BONDAGE…seeing you tied up and helpless under him gives Cooper that same sense of calm he feels when one of his victims is at his mercy, along with the added pleasure of sex…plus, the only cleanup he has to worry about afterwards is wiping his dick clean after fucking you…it’s the best of both worlds for Cooper…

…he has a better understanding of human anatomy than most because-well-yeah, Cooper is ‘The Butcher’, after all…and he expresses that extra knowledge in the way he studies your body, the shape of you, running his hands along your curves and feeling the way little goosebumps raise under his touch…

…would not object (would probably encourage) you to refer to him as ‘Master,’ or ‘Sir,’ during sex, or all the time if your relationship has a free use dynamic…

…takes you to one of his safe houses and fucks you…keeps an old blanket stashed in his trunk just for that reason, so at least he isn’t fucking you raw on a cold floor (he’s a gentleman like that…)

…enjoys using his hands to get you off…the same hands that can commit brutal acts against others are used in the most tender ways with you…delicate strokes, deliberately slow as he pulls you closer and closer to the edge, without helping you over till he shows mercy and allows you to come…

…lets you ride his face to get off…wants to be able to smell you in his stubble hours after sex has ended…

…he prefers the security of fucking you in his safe houses over a hotel (receipts, receipts) because it’s less likely his wife will learn of his infidelity (gotta keep those two lives separate, amiright…?)

…knife play…dragging the tip along your skin, his hand pressed flat to your chest…his lips twitching into a grin when he feels your heart rate kick up against his palm…knowing that with every slow, delicate pull of his blade across your flesh, he’s testing your trust in him…because at the end of the day, all Cooper really wants is for someone to see him as something more than a monster…and that someone, is you.

tagging some folks who are thirsting for murder daddy as hard as I am… 💋♥️ @babygorewhore @amethystblackkchaos @cowboynickmiller @xxbimbobunnyxx

[fittersitter]