#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😉

[animasola86]

LOST & FOUND 🫂 CH1

Sometimes, Mommy and Daddy don't see eye to eye with how they handle their little girl: you. After Mommy disciplines you for a clumsy mistake and its aftermath, Daddy comes to comfort you, and you show him just how thankful you are.

soft!Daddy!dom x Mommy!domme x little girl!reader

WARNINGS: F!Reader insert. NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Dd/Md/lg dynamics, Daddy/Mommy kink. Age gap. Size difference. Pet names. Love triangle. Hurt/Comfort. Implied caning. Aftercare. Cock worship. Oral sex, deepthroating attempt. Hand job. Dry humping. Fluff. (More notes below the cut!)

WORDS: 7k 🔷️ READ ON AO3 🔷️ 1–2–3–4–5–6 7–8–9–10–11–12

A/N: Reader (we call her pumpkin) is in her 20s, Mommy and Daddy are in their early and late thirties. Everything's more or less consensual. There's a bit of backstory for Reader (who basically suffers from depression and anxiety), but other than that, she's pretty neutral (only attributes she has are: hair long enough to braid and female genitalia, and she's bisexual or at least bi-curious, and leans more to the submissive side of things). Also this may not be your typical little girl story as I'm not that much into ageplay, so this will be a wild mix of different elements of the Dd/lg dynamic with a good dose of Dom/sub, a bit of the Good cop/Bad cop trope (Daddy being the soft!Dom, while Mommy has a darker side), lots of F/F and F/M (and F/F/M) intimacies, and more. If you're open for anything, this may be a story for you! (READ THIS if you're curious/wondering about the tags I listed this under!)

🔷️ Chapter 1 🔷️ Chapter 2

You toss and turn in your bed, unable to find a comfortable position. Your butt hurts, as red and tight as it is, but you try to fight any new batch of tears that comes when you think back to how you got into this predicament. The worst part is the disappointment crashing through you, the anger at yourself, for not being a good girl.

Before you can fall deeper into your dark thoughts, your bedroom door opens. You stiffen, holding your breath, biting your lip as you listen intently. The door shuts again, before footsteps come closer. But as soon as the edge of your bed dips by someone sitting down, you turn around and pull the covers down, chewing on your bottom lip as you look up at the figure leaning over you, his big frame illuminated by the little night light on your bedside table.

“How's my baby girl?” His low voice immediately calms you, and you wriggle out from under your blanket to sit up and throw your arms around the tall man's neck. He catches you and holds you tightly, sighing deeply. “Mommy told me she had to discipline you today. She got you good, hm?”

You hum into his shoulder. “But I deserved it...” you mumble under your breath, clinging to him desperately, ignoring the sting of your bruised buttocks as you squirm on your knees.

“Yeah? What did you do?” he asks quietly, rubbing his large hand over your back.

“I... I made cookies,” you stammer, inhaling deeply, before the words just tumble out of you with haste. “But when I... when I wanted to pull them out of the oven, I tripped and dropped them and then... then... the tray fell onto the counter and... and smashed one of Mommy's herb pots. There was such a mess...”

“Oh pumpkin,” he sighs, squeezing you a little more. “That was just bad luck, wasn't it?”

“Yeah... I... I didn't mean to do that! You gotta believe me, Daddy!” you mumble, still holding onto him and hiding against his neck.

“I do, baby girl. But we gotta work on your clumsiness. You gotta be more careful, okay?”

You nod against him, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Say it.”

“I... I will be more careful. I promise,” you say quietly. “I never wanna see Mommy so angry again...”

A hum escapes him. “What did she give you?”

You squirm on your knees, rubbing against him to keep your butt from touching your heels. “Twenty hits...”

“With what?”

A shiver crashes through you. “The cane.”

“Oh sweetie, I'm sorry,” he tells you, hugging you tighter, one of his hands moving lower until he teases at your burning cheeks. “That sounds a bit excessive for a simple act of clumsiness. I guess I gotta talk to Mommy, hm?”

“No! It's okay, Daddy! Don't fight with her, please. I deserved it, it's okay. I took it like a big girl, she said so,” you say quickly, finally leaning back to look up at him, your hands kneading his wide shoulders. He gives you a warm smile, caressing the back of your head with the hand that's not palming at your ass.

“I'm sure you did, pumpkin. Can I see?” he then asks, tilting his head at you.

You bite your lip, but nod quickly. Climbing off his lap, you get off the bed and pull your oversized sleeping shirt over your head before you bend down, leaning on your hands, showing him your welted backside (it hurt too much to put on panties, so you just left them). He stands too and walks behind you, his hands moving along your hips before you feel his fingertips along the red lines covering your rear.

“She must have really loved that herb pot, huh?” he muses, and you flinch badly when he presses his palm against your left ass cheek, your blood thrumming just beneath the surface, warming even more under his touch. “This is too much,” he adds under his breath. “I'd given you five, max, and definitely not with the cane...”

He then grabs your waist and pulls you back up, slowly turning you around, watching you closely. “Did you clean up after yourself?”

You nod furiously. “Of course, Daddy. I cleaned the whole kitchen. I was sad about the cookies... I made them for you, you know, your favorite kind? But I had to throw them away because there was dirt all over them...”

Warmth floods his dark eyes, and he leans in to pull you against his chest. “You'll make another batch, don't worry,” he says soothingly.

You hug him tightly, pressing your whole body into his. “I'm sorry I wasted so much stuff. I guess that's also why Mommy was so furious... I did such a mess and nothing came out of it...”

“Stop,” he says sternly, leaning you back by your shoulders. His eyes bore into yours. You swallow thickly. “You received your punishment. It's done. You will not cry about spilled milk, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you whisper, biting your bottom lip. He raises an eyebrow, and you stop the nervous motion, pressing your lips together.

“What did you learn from this?”

“I... I should be more careful. I will not waste any food. I will ask for help if I can't do something on my own. I... I shouldn't get overwhelmed and make an even bigger mess...” you add in a breathy whisper. He nods to your words, a small smile playing around his lips.

You stare at him for a moment, mesmerized by his handsome face. There's a dimple on his cheek as the smile deepens, and creases in the corners of his eyes as he watches you. He's so pretty, you think as you feel a familiar tension settling in your lower stomach. I'm so lucky he's here for me.

“So you made me cookies, pumpkin?” he whispers as he crouches down in front of you, his hands rubbing along your arms until he grabs your hands and cradles them in his large palms. You nod, smiling shyly. “The ones with peanut butter?” You nod again, your smile growing bigger. He smirks at you. “The ones Mommy hates and can't eat?”

You freeze, your smile vanishing instantly. Your lips move to form a silent Oh. He leans in and brushes his lips to your forehead. “I... I forgot...” you mumble, feeling tears burn in your eyes.

“Might explain why she was so angry, hm?” he muses, shuffling closer until he can throw his arms around your shoulders and pull you against him. “Don't worry about it, baby girl, she'll calm down again. I'll talk to her. Maybe there was more afoot than meets the eye.”

You hug him back slowly, unable to hide the tears anymore as a quiet sob escapes you. He shushes you, rubbing your back. “I'm sorry, Daddy. I never meant to cause trouble...”

“I know you didn't, baby,” he says quietly. “You've been such a good girl for us, since the day you moved in. You adjusted so well. I'm really proud of you, you know?”

Another sob slips from your trembling lips, and you try to hide it by burying your face in his chest. He holds you tighter, a deep sigh ringing in your ears. “C-can you –” you start, your voice breaking mid-question.

“Hm?”

“Can you stay here tonight?” you ask quietly, your heart beating faster.

“Are you sure, pumpkin? Won't you be in pain?” he whispers, moving his hand along the back of your head, tangling his long fingers in your hair.

“It'll be better when you're here,” you reply, leaning against him. “But... but I understand if you... if you don't want to... or... or if Mommy asked first...”

“She didn't,” he says. “But I gotta talk to her first. We don't want to disrupt her punishment, right, darling? If I stay here, she might see that as a reward you don't deserve.”

“You... you could... you know...” you stammer, your cheeks burning up badly as you cling to him, your heart beating even faster as you try to word your wishes.

“What, baby girl? Use your words.”

“You... you don't have to be gentle with me, you know? You could punish me too. For... for not giving you the cookies I promised you...”

A laugh rings in your ears. “But you never promised me anything. I can't be mad if a surprise you planned didn't work out, can I? And you know, if you ask for punishment... that's not really punishment after all. Is it, pumpkin?”

“No,” you mutter, pressing your forehead into his shoulder. “I guess not...”

“Unless you want me to punish you for being too needy. Are you too needy, sweet girl?” he asks quietly, slowly letting go of you.

When you meet his gaze, your face is flushed, your stomach tense, that throb between your legs almost as bad as the stinging in your tight butt cheeks. “Maybe...” you press out, chewing on your lips.

His smile turns slightly more sinister at your reply. You watch him lick his lips, a motion that holds you captive for a moment, before he leans in and grabs your upper arms.

“Tell me why you're here,” he then says, his eyes never leaving yours.

You swallow, wet your suddenly dry lips. “B-because I... because I needed a Daddy... and a... Mommy... someone to tell me what to do... someone to help me... someone to be there for me... so I'm not alone...”

He listens closely, his hands tightening around your biceps. “And what did we want in return, baby girl?”

“Me... whenever you want... however you want...” you whisper, barely audible as you stare back at him, your mind already emptying as you repeat the words he drilled into you.

Letting go of your arms, he stands up again, towering over you as he nods slightly. “We gave you a home, you gave us your body. Is that a good deal, baby?”

You frown slightly, licking your lips. “Yes?” you whisper, not sure what he wants to hear from you.

His eyes narrow a little. Your mind is reeling as you watch him, before you fall to your knees in front of him, your hands holding onto the stiff fabric of his pants as you tilt your head back to look up at him.

“Yes, Daddy, it's a good deal. I wanna make you feel good because you make me feel good. I wanna be a good girl for you, and for Mommy, because you've been so good to me. I... I will not be needy, only when you want me to be.”

As you stumble over your words, his eyes move over your flushed face. He listens patiently, and by the end of your ramble, he's smiling down at you.

“Get up,” he says softly, holding out his large hand to you.

You grab it, or rather close your hand around his index finger as you pull yourself up. He's so tall and big, so strong, intimidating, and yet you feel safe just looking at him. His free hand finds your cheek, his thumb pressing down on your bottom lip.

“Listen up, kid,” he starts, and you nod, holding his gaze as you part your lips and let him put his digit on your tongue. “I will not spend the night with you. No, don't pout, listen. But I want you to come to us later tonight and give your Mommy a good time, okay? She'll appreciate it if you show a little initiative. And if you've been a good girl, I'll give you a reward too, how does that sound?”

You smile around his thumb in your mouth, nodding enthusiastically. He pulls it from between your tight lips and raises his eyebrows. “Yes, Daddy, I'll do that. I'll be your good girl. I'll give Mommy a good time,” you whisper hectically.

He gives you a soft pat to the cheek, before he takes a step back and looks you up and down for a moment, his eyes raking over your naked body. You've long overcome the embarrassment of being in the nude around him (or Mommy). It feels natural now.

“I really don't like it when Mommy is mad at you, pumpkin,” he says quietly, silently giving you a sign to turn around. You do, holding his gaze for as long as you can before you spin slowly and present your backside to him once more. “I had plans for tonight. But maybe I can still make them happen, hm?”

You feel him walking closer, his hands on your shoulders, his short fingernails scraping over your skin as they move down your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His breath ghosts your shoulder blade as he crouches down behind you, causing you to shiver. You squeeze your thighs together and hold your breath, trying to show him how absolutely not needy you are. You probably fail miserably. He can always see right through you.

A sudden yelp escapes you when his hand comes into contact with your bruised ass cheek, a soft slap that brings the pain back under your skin. You whimper, trying to remain calm as you stand there for his inspection. “I really don't know why Mommy is so fixated on using the cane. I don't like seeing you like this, baby girl. Did she make you come while she did it?”

“No,” you breathe, your head spinning as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Hmm,” he hums darkly, his big hands gently cupping your glutes, giving them a subtle squeeze. “Do you want to come now?”

Your breath hitches, but you see through his question immediately. You weren't always that quick about it. “No, Daddy, I don't deserve it, I haven't been a good girl,” you reply quietly, your hands clenching into fists at your sides.

He traces the throbbing lines on your ass, making you squirm against his touch. “Too bad,” he sighs, his fingers teasing between your cheeks, giving both of your holes a little prod that really makes you fight not to react. “Did she give you something to put on here?” he then asks, his hands moving down your legs now.

“No,” you whisper through clenched teeth. “She said it didn't look too bad, and the blows weren't that hard to begin with. And there was no blood...”

He sighs again, standing up, and before you know it, he turns you around, grabs your waist and flings you over his shoulder. You squeak in surprise, your hair falling over your head as you cling desperately to the back of his shirt. His large hand holding onto your calves, he carries you into your ensuite bathroom and rummages through the medicine cabinet above the sink.

“I swear, this woman has a scar kink,” he mutters darkly, more to himself, before he gives your thighs a gentle rub. “Nothing warrants permanent damage to your beautiful skin, pumpkin,” he tells you quietly as he moves out of the bathroom again.

He puts you down carefully, then sits down on the edge of your bed, patting his lap. You follow the hint quickly and drape yourself over his thighs, stomach pressing into his leg as you brace yourself. “But she said –”

“She definitely broke your skin a few times, baby, she wasn't perfectly honest with you. I really need to talk to her, this isn't acceptable. Hold still now,” he says, and you feel him fumbling with something before his hands move over your warm butt cheeks. At first it's cold, then it stings, and you suck in a sharp breath as you claw your hands into his pants, a little whimper escaping you.

He keeps rubbing whatever ointment he found onto your bruised skin, and once he's done, your head is spinning and a few tears have rolled down your cheeks. But you've endured, like the big girl you are. He pulls you onto your feet then, watching you closely before he wipes at your wet face.

“How about you get a good night's sleep now, hm, sweetheart?” he says softly, giving you a small smile as you scrunch your nose when he boops it playfully. “Let's push our plan to tomorrow. You can surprise Mommy then, okay? I'll help you make breakfast, and then you'll give her a good time. Remember, she is not a bad person, even if she has her weak moments. I'll find out what bugged her today, don't worry. Trust me, it was not your fault,” he adds, cupping your face to pull you closer to him.

You chew on your bottom lip, watching him. “But –”

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. You freeze and blink at him, more tears burning in your eyes. “You dropped some cookies and smashed some plants, baby, that doesn't justify twenty cane hits. She was taking something out on you, and that's not right. Stop worrying now, okay, darling?”

You sniffle, nodding to his words. Moving one hand to your lower back, he nudges you closer until he can press his lips to your forehead. Your fingers twitch before you find the courage to grab the front of his shirt, leaning against him. “Are you mad at her?” you mumble as he pulls one arm around you.

“Well, maybe a little. But don't worry your pretty little head, sweetie, you know we have our ways of dealing with pent-up emotions.”

His reply sends a shiver down your spine. Oh you know that, you've heard it many times, how they deal with stress and anger. If you wouldn't get out-of-your-mind aroused by the noises coming from their shared bedroom, you'd be terrified by them. You remember watching them once, unintentionally, but they did leave the door open, and what you saw still haunts you in your dreams sometimes.

They can play rough with you too, but how they treat each other (when they think nobody is watching) is really something you don't want to experience first-hand, ever. It's brutal, but it does seem to calm them in the end. It's a strange dynamic, but you've known that since you moved in with them so many months ago.

Before you can think back to how it all started, you feel a big hand grabbing your chin, making you look up. You meet Daddy's dark eyes, the intensity in them making you squirm immediately as your core starts throbbing even more. You blink a few times, focusing back on him.

“How do you feel now, pumpkin?” he asks quietly, watching you closely.

“Better,” you whisper back, smiling shyly. “Thank you, Daddy.”

A smirk lets the corner of his mouth twitch. “You wanna show Daddy how thankful you are?”

Heat crashes into your face. Averting your eyes for a moment, you nod timidly, your fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. “C-can you... uh... can you lie down for it, Daddy?” you ask barely audible, still not looking at him.

He considers your request. You know he prefers to have you on your knees in front of him, but since he knows about the pain in your butt, he seems to accept your words. Well, in his way. “Look at me,” he tells you. “Look at me and tell me what you want to do.”

You swallow hard, inhaling deeply, before you look at him, immediately mesmerized by the hunger in his eyes. “I... I want to show you... how thankful I am... by... by...” You bite your lip, frowning, fighting against voicing the things you have no problem doing, but putting them into words, saying them out loud, is still not easy for you.

“Come on, baby, use your words.” His voice is calm and comforting, never condescending, but you still feel a tight knot forming in your stomach.

You exhale loudly through your nose, blinking, your eyes flicking over his face. “I... I wanna showyouhowthankful Iambysuckin'yourcock,” you press out, your words fast and barely coherent.

The grip on your chin tightens, his thumb and forefinger pressing into your jaw. “Again, slower. No need to be ashamed, pumpkin. It's completely natural. Just say the words, I know you can do it.”

You swallow again, furrowing your eyebrows as you look at him. “I want to... no, I'd like to... suck your –” You inhale deeply. “– cock, Daddy, because... because I am really thankful that you are... here for me...” Your voice is still quiet, but you get the words out, and even though your cheeks burn up badly, you feel some sort of accomplishment when he nods and smiles at you.

“Good girl,” he praises and stands up, letting go of you, and you smile back shyly. “Alright, let me get comfortable then, hm?”

You watch him opening his belt, his long fingers moving lower to continue on the button and zipper with ease and confidence. He winks at you when he pushes his pants down his hips and steps out of them (his dark boxer briefs doing absolutely nothing to hide the obvious bulge), before he pulls his shirt over his head and sits down on the bed, scooting back to the headboard, his long legs stretched out. Tilting his head, he gives you a gentle nod, and you follow him immediately, crawling between his legs, trying to keep the pressure off the tight skin of your ass.

He crooks a finger at you, smiling wider, and before you focus on the task at hand, you clamber over him and bring your face to his. He grabs your chin and pulls you the rest of the way, pressing his lips firmly against yours, his eyes hooded but still as intense as he watches you. When he licks at the seam of your mouth, you open it and let his tongue in, quickly meeting it with your own as he deepens the kiss. Your eyelids flutter, as does your stomach, and the more you feel his warm mouth on yours, the calmer you get, ready to take on what lies ahead.

Not that you dread it. On the contrary. You meant it when you said you wanted to. Since you moved in with Mommy and Daddy, you've learned two very fool-proof ways of shutting your nagging mind off: one – by giving up complete control when either (or both) of them uses you, and two – by focusing all your energy on the pleasure of someone else. It's a strange thrill knowing that it was your mouth and hands (and body) that brought them to their peak. Seeing that relaxed expression, the bliss in their eyes, the little noises they issue, it's a joy in and of itself.

While you don't particularly care if you have a cock in your mouth or your tongue in a cunt, you do prefer hearing Daddy's noises. Mommy is never shy to scream it into the heavens when she is satisfied, Daddy usually keeps to himself, always focused on you (or Mommy), he would grunt and groan, sure, issuing sounds of effort when he'd fuck you (or Mommy) senseless, but when you give him head, when he relaxes into your ministrations, he really lets go, letting it all out, and hearing him moan while you work on his cock is the best thing ever.

The only thing that bugs you about this very special task that only you are allowed to perform on him (mainly because Mommy would probably bite off his dick instead of pleasuring him, she is rough like that), is that Daddy's cock is huge. In your eyes, anyway, maybe your mouth is also very small, but in comparison to the few dicks you've seen in the flesh in your life, he is definitely very well-endowed. And the problem with that is that you can't fit all of him into your mouth, or even down your throat, like you always try but are never able to.

Whenever you'd watch porn with him or Mommy, you find yourself getting envious of the women being able to deepthroat any cock they've encountered, mostly even without gagging, while you feel like you are dying when he is just bumping the back of your throat. You want to make him happy, because he makes you happy, but you've still failed many times. Though despite it all, you've kept going, learning to pleasure him with the means you are given, knowing it'd impress him all the same.

He's been so patient with you, letting you get accustomed with his cock, letting you try things out, soothing you when you thought you failed, encouraging you when you almost had it. It's the praise and the smell and feel and taste of his cock that makes you continue on your journey to become the best cocksucker this man has ever seen. And you'd bet that list is very long, and getting to the top surely feels like mastering a craft you have barely any experience in.

But he taught you to never give up, not just in sexual aspects, but in life. You owe him so much. It seems a small task to fight that gag reflex over and over again. And if you still manage to get him off and hear those sweet moans, it is all worth it anyway.

It's you who has to force yourself away from Daddy's lips and focus on what's waiting for you further below. He watches you as you brush your lips down his neck and over his collarbones, focusing on peppering small kisses on his pecs, relishing in the little shivers you cause by flicking your tongue around his nipples. You keep looking up at him from under your lashes, wanting to see all the small reactions, and when he shoots you a smile, one that goes straight to your throbbing cunt, you smile back shyly and keep kissing down his stomach.

It's always a pleasure to just explore his body like this, taking your time, letting him watch, and him letting you do whatever you want. The trust you developed in just a few months is remarkable. But he (and Mommy) have made it so easy for you to let go, to let things happen, to be bold enough to chase what you desire. It wasn't always easy to voice it, but sometimes actions spoke louder than words, and they both accepted that about you. (Mostly. Daddy still often trains you like he did earlier.)

Inhaling deeply, you finally focus fully on your self-proclaimed want, trying to shut out thoughts and memories, being in the moment. It's easy enough once you reach the trail of coarse hair vanishing under the soft fabric of his boxer briefs. There you linger a little longer, lips pressed to his warm skin, tingling under the scratch, his scent filling your nostrils. It's certainly a strange thing to admit, but one of your happy/safe places is indeed his crotch.

Months ago you were not even aware of having an oral fixation, but it quickly came to you how calm you became once you could suck on a thumb or had fingers in your mouth, or best case scenario could suckle on a cock for hours on end. It was mostly Daddy who gave you that peace of mind because it was so easy for you to let go with him, to let your guard down, to forget about the world.

It had been embarrassing at first, noticing your body's reactions (mostly how your saliva pooled on your tongue, how you literally started drooling as if you were a hungry dog), but now you embraced it. Licking your lips, trying to contain the need burning under your skin, you move your hands to hook your fingers around the waistband of his underwear, looking up once more before you're going to dive in. He gives you an encouraging nod, one of his arms bent behind his head, the other hand resting casually on his thigh.

Then you peel the last layer away, pushing his boxers down enough to let his cock spring free. An intimidating sight that couldn't be more intriguing to you. Your mind is already emptying, focused on the smell and feel and soon taste of him, your heart beating faster as your core throbs in anticipation. Your hands, so small, try to wrap around his shaft, picking him up. He's heavy in your grip, warm and already hardening.

You shift back on your knees, still aware of the burning skin on your rear, and lean down more to bring your lips to his tip. A few flicks of your tongue and he's already twitching into your hands, a deep inhale sounding from above. You smile against his cock as you press soft kisses along his shaft, moving your hands down to the base, one squeezing a little, the other pulling his underwear down more to get to his balls.

You give them a gentle massage, eager fingers digging into soft skin as you roll them in your palm (like stress balls, how Mommy once said when she taught you how to handle him correctly), while you continue to kiss and lick along his length, from the base all the way up to the tip. Bending over him, you focus your lips to the slit at the top, poking your tongue against it, giving it a little suck while your hands move back to push his tight skin up and down his hardened core.

His breathing gets a little louder, still no moans, but you'll get him there, and when you look up at him with your lips closed tightly around his tip, you see the focused look in his eyes, his holding-back face, and you smirk to yourself as you give him another suck and prod, watching the muscle in his jaw clench. As caring and easy-going as Daddy is with you, he is usually a serious man, hard working and intimidating, both in stature and demeanor, dominating in a way that silences the entire room, but when you have your mouth on him, that facade he tries to keep up is quickly crumbling.

And you revel in the power you have over this handsome, stoic man. You are his little girl after all, and that role quickly became exactly what you needed to be in life. It gave you strength and a purpose, knowing that he and Mommy both found comfort and peace in being with you, cuddling you, kissing you, fucking you. And it wasn't even that sexual in nature, not all the time, it was also freeing to let them dress you, brush your hair, to do what they told you.

It gave you time to explore yourself, what you wanted in life (beside being their little girl), and while you spend most of your time with them, in the few hours you are alone, you try out and explore as many hobbies as you can, the last one being baking, and while you failed today and paid the consequences, you usually quite enjoy it.

You hope Mommy's punishment won't affect your enjoyment, and you won't always have to expect pain whenever you make a mistake. Though you do wonder what made Mommy so mad. Daddy is probably right, there has to be more afoot.

You huff a deep breath against Daddy as you realize that your mind has wandered again. None of that. Stop it. Concentrate on him. This is for you to shut up that annoying brain of yours.

Blinking your eyes into focus, you let them wander up his torso. He looks at you, a bit of worry etched between his eyebrows. You feel his hand moving until his fingers brush against your hair, fingertips pressing softly into your scalp, both to comfort you and to push you a bit further onto his cock.

You take the hint and open your mouth a bit more, allowing more of him into it, while your hands move up and around his shaft, pulling and pushing his tight skin, feeling the thick veins throbbing against your palms. Your tongue licks around his tip, exploring the smooth mushroom shape and the ridges below, and when you angle your head a bit differently, you feel him pushing deeper, nudging right against the back of your throat.

Your stomach tenses, your breathing getting a bit more labored as you remember the last time you tried to shove him down your throat. You've been a sobbing mess covered in spit, terrified of choking on him. But you won't give up. And so you focus on swirling your tongue around what does fit into your mouth, lips tight around his warm skin, hands pumping and pumping the rest of him, and when you hollow your cheeks and suck, a twitch goes through his body, his hand tightening in your hair.

You keep going, encouraged by his reaction, starting to bob your head up and down until half of his cock is lathered in your saliva with a bit of drool running down your chin. Your fingers close around his shaft, giving him subtle squeezes, while your mouth is full of him. Instead of forcing him into spaces your body refuses to open to him, you turn your head and let him fill your cheeks, a pump left, a pump right, knowing he enjoys seeing the bulge of his cock under your skin (he especially enjoys the little bump in your stomach when he presses particularly deep or when Mommy tries one of her longer straps on you, literally rearranging your guts, and after being terrified of it the first few times, you've grown quite accustomed to seeing them deforming your body like that).

You keep nudging him into your cheek, sucking at the same time, your tongue pressed against his sensitive underside, and as you dare a look at him, you see him with his head tilted back, staring at the ceiling, lips parted, louder breaths slipping past them. “Just like that, pumpkin,” he rasps, his hand in your hair easing and tightening. “You're doing great.” He already sounds breathless, but it's not enough for you. You want to see him completely dissolve into pleasure.

So you bob faster, suck harder, squeeze him tighter. You even dare to prod him against the back of your throat again, your eyes watering at the sensation, your body shuddering, anticipating the worst, but you focus on seeing him so relaxed, that handsome man who trusts you so much, who lets go for you just as you let go for him.

Squeezing your eyes shut, ignoring the tears spilling past your lashes, you take a deep breath through your nose, forcing your tense muscles to ease up (which may sound counter-intuitive but somehow it works), and then, you lower your head, your hands tight around his shaft, holding him steady as you open your jaw and swallow him as much as you can. His tip slips past that point that usually makes you retch immediately, inch after inch, and you only convulse when he's really in there, so deep you can barely breathe, surprised and horrified at having his cock in your throat.

And then you gag, violently, your body jerking, and you pull back, spluttering, coughing, spit flying everywhere before you bury your flushed face in his thigh, trying to calm down. His hand eases down your nape.

“You okay down there, baby?” he whispers.

Your heaving breaths echo in your spinning head, and you feel shame flooding your body as more tears burn in your eyes. “S-sorry, Daddy,” you mumble, swallowing the excess spit, licking your soiled lips.

“It's fine, pumpkin,” you hear him say. “Don't stress about it. I told you you don't have to do that.”

“B-but I... I want to... I have to...” you whimper, cheek resting on his thigh, nose brushing against his cock still in your hands.

“You don't have to!”

You freeze, his harsher words ringing in your ears. “B-but...”

“Did Mommy tell you that?” he asks, and you feel him sitting up a little, his other hand finding your chin as he pulls you up again.

You look at him, vision blurry, your face wet, and when you try to wipe at it, he grabs your hand and puts it back around his cock before he wipes at your cheeks himself. “No, I just... I want to... everyone else can do it...” you murmur, averting your eyes.

“Everyone else? Who?”

“The... women in the videos...” you croak out, feeling even more embarrassed.

“Oh pumpkin,” he sighs, and you see him closing his eyes for a moment. “That is not everyone. Trust me, it's a rare gift to be able to deepthroat a cock. Don't believe for a second that every girl, every woman, hell, even every man out there would be able to do that. And if they can, it takes a lot of training to get to that point. You're not there, and you don't ever have to get there either! If Mommy told you –”

“She didn't!” you say quickly, biting your lip. “But she told me to watch... these videos... to get used to the idea of it...”

“Did she?” He exhales again, shakes his head. “Pumpkin, you are our little girl, not a porn actress we hired to perform some special tricks.” He shifts a bit more, spreading his legs to sit up and pull you up against him, his lips brushing against your temple. “Please keep your innocence, sweetheart. Don't force yourself to do things your body can't handle. It's okay not to be perfect. It's not a flaw!”

You lean into him, watching him as he talks, his words sinking in but you still feel as if you should be better, as if he expects more of you even though he says otherwise. His hand moves around your rear, brushing against the welts burned into your skin, reminding you of other things you're not good at. A few more tears spill from your eyes.

“Straddle my thigh, baby girl,” he then tells you, his gaze intense, dark.

You swallow, nodding as you blink the tears away. Shifting on the bed, you put one knee on either side of his leg (one of them nudging his groin), carefully sitting down on the bulk of his thigh. He grabs your hand and guides it back to his cock. You watch him move it up and down his shaft, curling your fist around his tip, his larger hand so big around yours.

It's almost an instinct to start grinding your bare crotch against his leg, slow little tilts of your hips, falling into the rhythm he sets with your hand. A familiar warmth settles low in your stomach, throbbing in your clit that catches on his skin with every backwards motion.

“Whatever you do, pumpkin,” he says softly, and you let his words sink in, spoken in that deep thrum of his voice that vibrates through your entire body, fueling the fire burning in your core. “I am proud of you. Because I know you are trying, you are trying harder than anyone I've ever met. You may not see it for yourself, but I can see the effort, the passion you put into everything you do. You are enough, baby girl, more than enough, you are my perfect little girl, our little girl, and yes, Mommy is proud of you too, even if she had a bad day today.

“You've come so far since you came to us, and you'll go even farther, I'm sure. So stop worrying, okay? You are so beautiful, so talented, so easy to be with. You make me incredibly happy,” he finishes softly, his hands moving up to cup your face as he pulls you towards him, your cunt still rubbing over his leg, your hand tight around his cock, moving seemingly on its own, as you focus on the soft expression in his eyes.

“Daddy,” you gasp.

He smiles, leaning in to nuzzle your nose. “I love you, pumpkin,” he breathes against you, his hands pulling you in until he captures your lips for a searing kiss. It's the combination of his words, the softness of them versus the demanding hold he has on you, the warmth of his body, the way his cock twitches in your hand, slick with his precum and your saliva, the heat burning in your core, your clit pulsing under the friction, and suddenly it all explodes into countless lights, like fireflies flickering at the edge of your vision.

You hiccup into his mouth when you come, body tensing before it relaxes into a wave of shudders, and he holds you, pulls you closer, his arm around you, his hand back on his cock, guiding yours, until he too shivers under the sensations crashing through him, one of those beautiful moans echoing in your ears. You hold each other as the waves of pleasure wash over you, your mind blissfully empty, except for one thing that slips from you like a little gasp as you break the kiss and lean your head against his shoulder.

“Love you too, Daddy.”

You've come a long way to be able to let go like this, to allow this man into your heart, to allow yourself to feel good. It isn't perfect yet, you still have a lot to learn, but compared to how it all started, how it has been before you met the most important people in your life (before Mommy and Daddy saved you), your life is nothing short of bliss now.

And you know it wasn't always like this...

🔷️ Chapter 1 🔷️ Chapter 2

End notes: Hello and welcome to yet another little smut story of mine! Thank you for giving it a chance! We start with an established relationship, and the next chapter will show how they met. Stay tuned!

By the way: the header images (are of course only to set the mood and not to depict any characters mentioned) show if Daddy or Mommy (or both) are present in the chapter, blue for Daddy, pink for Mommy. (Mommy was mentioned here, so only a little bit of pink.)

Thank you for reading! New chapter every Saturday!

Up next: We dive into Reader's backstory and how she became Mommy and Daddy's little girl.

Not interested in Reader's backstory? Skip to chapter 3 here!

MASTERLIST 🔷️ AO3 🔷️ ORIGINAL WORKS

[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

[blond3ang3l]

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“There it is pretty. Daddy found your spot didn’t he?” Your headed nodded in response to the condescending tone of the much older man.

Butcher was by far your favorite client of the strip club you worked at. He always came in looking so damn good. Tipped you really well too! Always leaving you a thousand dollars minimum a night when he came. He was your regular for the past few months and that man treated you way better than your boyfriend did.

It was obvious how badly the older man craved you, and you were just teasing him every time he saw you walking around in those skimpy costumes. He would deal with you whine and complain on how mean your boyfriend was all the time. In his eyes your boyfriend was an idiot for not realizing what he had in front of him.

But none of that mattered when you shook your ass for him at the end of the day. You had his ass mesmerized every single time no matter what. He never followed the no touching rule for clients, always grabbing and slapping your ass. Hell he even pulled you on to his lap for a lap dance more times than you can count. His hands stayed on you. But there had been a few instances of them being a little bit wandering while you danced for him. Who were you to deny the man though? He was sexy and gave you money like it was nothing so no point of complaining.

You weren’t supposed to be doing this. You could get in trouble if your boss caught you getting fucked dumb in one of the private rooms, but the way Butcher was stretching you out made you forget ll of that. His hands griped your ass helping you bounce on his thick dick. Your lipstick was all over his face from you kissing and clinging to him.

His hand grabbed your face pulling you into a messy kiss. Barely even a kiss since you were moaning and whining against his lips the entire time. With your nails digging into his shoulders he let out a deep grunt before pulling away. You were too perfect, a better fuck than anyone he's ever been with before.

His hand pushed the little mini skirt you wore up and out of the way. He turned you around and lifted your chubby frame up like it was nothing, basically folding you in half its your knees pushed up your chest before he started fucking into you once more. With your back to his chest your head lulled back as he took control. “Daddy.” Was all you could whine out while the man fucked any sense you had out of your head.

“I know baby. Your lil boyfriend don’t give you this type of fucking does he?" Your head shook giving the man the answer he already figured. With the way you were squeezing him he wasn't shocked in the slightest. "More. Please 'm so close daddy." Your words practically made his eyes roll back. Hearing how desperate you were for him only made him pick up his pace. He grunted as he felt your grip on him tighten as you came, his hips slowing down before cumming deep inside you.

As far as he was concerned you were all his. Your "boyfriend" and job was going to be easy to get rid of. No way was he gonna lose his favorite little stripper. He would just have to make you into his own personal doll. And with how you were clinging to him at that moment it seems that won't be hard for him at all.

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[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.

[little-wicked10]

Why Bunny?💞

Summary: The Boys find out why Butcher calls his girl bunny.

Warnings: Smut 18+, cursing, dirty talk, daddy kink (when is this not included?), subspace, marijuana use, other stuff I’m probably forgetting

Notes: I want Butcher to call me bunny😫 Inspired by this post!

“Bold Italics” - Kimiko’s sign language

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“Get me anotha’ beer, would ya, bunny?” Butcher cheekily grinned.

She rolled her eyes as she slipped off his lap, squealing when he popped her ass as she stood up. Her glare reflected his playful and mischievous expression. “You’re sooooo lucky I like your dick so much,” she teased as she walked to the fridge.

“I think it’s a lil’ more than like, bunny. Can hardly get ya off it,” Butcher chuckled.

“You two know there are other people in the room, right?” Annie interrupted, bringing attention to the fact that the whole team was present, “Not everyone wants to be a part of you guys fucking.”

She walked back into the circle of people with a cold beer and a look of surprise, “Do I need to bring up what happened at the office last week?”

“What happened last week?” Frenchie asked eagerly.

“Tell us! Tell us!” Kimiko grinned as she signed enthusiastically.

“Nothing! It’s nothing!” Annie quickly interrupted.

Butcher chuckled as she sat back in his lap and popped the top of his beer, “Not w’at I ‘eard! Our young lova’s caused a bloody block wide outage that lasted the afternoon!”

Laughter erupted as Annie hid her face with a groan, and Hughie blushed. Was it from pride? Was it from embarrassment? It was a strong possibility it was a little of both. “That was you two?” MM cracked up, “That’s my boy, Hughie!” Annie tried to stand up and leave, but they all protested, laughing out apologies and begging her to stay and have fun. It was with the offer of passing around a bong that convinced her not to storm out on their teasing. Sitting on the floor between Butcher’s manspread knees with her back against the couch, she packed a bowl as they continued to talk.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Annie. We’ve all fucked in here,” she admitted before handing off the bong to the blonde.

“I haven’t!” MM snapped, “And if I find out one of you mothafuckas fucked on my desk, I’m fuckin’ quittin’.”

“It wasn’t on your desk, M,” Hughie admitted, sipping his beer, “It was Butcher’s.”

Butcher choked on his drink with laughter. “Annie!” she laughed hysterically, “I know that was your idea!”

Annie just shook her head with a blush as she took a hit, coughing slightly on the exhale. The weed was passed around as the conversation took a hard right into sexual exploitations and other fun things. She felt Butcher lovingly pet her head and play with her hair as he listened, delightful shivers running down her back at the sweet gesture. Absentmindedly, she wrapped an arm around his calf and played with the loose laces of his boots. Since a sudden lull in their business had popped up, little hang outs like this had become more common. A brief moment of peace and sanity before going back out into the chaos.

All eyes were on the couple on the couch as Butcher leaned over to shotgun smoke into his lady’s mouth. She sat up on her knees and leaned all the way back into his lap to press her lips to his. The group started booing and throwing bottle caps at them when they started making out. “Do you guys ever turn it off?” Hughie asks.

Sitting up, she exhaled with a smile, “There’s only one way to turn it off…and I don’t perform for an audience.”

Butcher chuckled, “Except that one time in front of ‘omelander.” He chuckled as she reached back and swatted at him for revealing their secret.

“You fucked in front of Homelander?!?” Hughie asked astonished.

“Bloody cock sucka’s a peepin’ Tom, so I had to give ‘im a show,” Butcher bragged.

“And he didn’t kill you?” MM asked.

“I’m just as shocked as you are,” she paused and took a hit, exhaling the smoke before proceeding, “Who knows how long he’s been spying on me like that.”

“Made sure that cunt knew betta’ than to come back,” Butcher smirked and pet her head, “Probably got a good wank out of it, didn’t he, bunny?”

“You know I’ve been meaning to ask you, Monsieur Charcutier, why do you call her bunny?” Frenchie asked, taking a rip, “What is the origin of this…endearing pet name?”

“Yeah, why does he call you bunny?” Annie asked.

Leaning her head back, she looked to Butcher for an answer. A small smirk played at her lips remembering the exact reason she was bestowed this nickname. “You lot want the dirty or clean version?” he asked as they broke eye contact to look back at their friends.

“Dirty version PLEASE,” Kimiko signed.

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Walking into his apartment, the aroma of food filled his nose. There was a warm aura about the small space that gave off a homey, lived in feeling. Closing the front door, Butcher looked on the counter to see a plate of steaming food and an ice cold beer. A smirk played at his lips as he stepped up to the counter and noticed a little note tucked under the plate.

‘Eat up, daddy. Meet me in the bedroom when you’re done.’

“Ya naughty thing,” he chuckled to himself.

While the food looked delicious and the beer tempting, he’d rather skip to the dessert she had planned. He stepped away from the counter and stalked towards the closed bedroom door. Butcher couldn’t hear anything from the other side, but he saw her shadow dancing around from under the door. The temptation was too sweet. He could only imagine what awaited him on the other side as he grasped the handle and walked in, “Now w’at’s goin on in ‘ere?” Butcher stopped as she came into view.

She was slightly bent over at the waist checking herself out in the mirror over the dresser. When she turned to him, he swore he started drooling. Standing up straight to lean against the dresser, she let him drink in her appearance. She wore one of his favorite Hawaiian shirts. It stopped just below the tops of her thighs and was completely unbuttoned to show off the fact that she only had on another one of his favorites. A pair of black lacy panties, the ones he LOVED to push to the side and fuck her seven ways to Sunday when she wore them. The icing on the fucking cake was the fluffy white bunny ears on her head. That’s what really got his attention.

“You’re supposed to be eating your dinner,” she chastised.

Butcher couldn’t say anything, too busy admiring her little surprise. He ran a hand over his mouth in disbelief as he stepped closer, “Well, afta’ readin’ tha’ cheeky lil’ note of yours, me appetite wanted somethin’ sweet-a.”

“You always ruin your surprises!” she pouted, “I worked so hard on that dinner for you.”

Butcher chuckled darkly, eyeing the swell of her breasts peaking out from under the shirt, “Aww, pet, ‘m sorry. Imma right cunt ignorin’ all that hard work. W’at I do to deserve such a lovely treat from my special girl any how?”

She sauntered over to him with a sultry swish of her hips, “Just a fun lil’ idea I had when I saw these out shopping. Do you like’em, daddy?” Her eyes flicked up to the bunny ears then back to his.

He cocked his head to the side and leaned back a bit, admiring her more as his hands rested on her hips, “I fuckin’ love it. Ya gonna bounce on me cock, lil’ bunny? Wiggle an’ scrunch that cute nose when yer about to cum?”

She blushed madly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her barely clothed body against his, “You’re having way too much fun with this.”

“Tha’s the idea, innit, pet?” he leant forward and bit under her ear, “Now, let daddy enjoy ‘imself.”

Her fingers wove into his black hair as he attacked her neck. She stood up on her tip toes and exposed her neck more to him as his greedy hands grabbed at her ass and hips. A growl rumbled in his chest when she pulled his hair and whimpered. Butcher ran his hands up her body, over her chest before pushing off the shirt. Pulling away from her neck, his lust blown eyes stared at her breasts, “Loveliest pair’a tits I eva’ had the pleasure of puttin’ in me gob.”

His rough hands played with them, tweaking her nipples to peak before leaning down and wrapping his hot mouth around the peaks. Her sweet moans filled the bedroom as he sucked and nibbled. His grip shifted to grab her by the back of the thighs and pick her up, falling on the bed to pin her beneath him. Hips wiggled against the bulge in his jeans, and her hands frantically began to work on his shirt. Butcher smashed his lips to hers, propping himself up on his forearm and using his free hand to help get rid of his clothes.

Before too long, they were both naked, sans her bunny ears. She suddenly shoved Butcher to lay on his back, slipping down his body to nestle between his spread legs. His chuckle was dark and amused, “Always wanted a lil’ playmate.” She smirked as he threw his hands behind his head and relaxed. Deciding to give him exactly what he wanted, she slowly took him in her mouth. No teasing, just straight to sucking the man’s soul out.

“Oh f-fuckin’ hell, bunny!” he gasped.

She moaned around him at the new pet name.

Through her lashes, she watched as his biceps and abdomen flexed with every pleasurable pass of her mouth. One of his hands was suddenly threaded into her hair, careful to not mess up her cute bunny ears. He couldn’t stop his hips from bucking up into her mouth. A feral moan left his chest when he felt her begin to fondle his balls. A shudder ran through him, “Sh-Shit!”

She would’ve smirked if her mouth wasn’t stretched around his girth. Taking a deep breath, she let him slip down her throat until her nose touched his pelvis. Butcher gasped and tightened his hold, “Fuck!” She focused on breathing through her nose as her throat constricted around his cock. After a few moments, she began a slow, agonizing drag off, stopping to suck on his leaking tip. A shudder rolled through his whole body, hips nearly coming off the mattress. She released him with an obscenely wet pop. Butcher’s eyes were completely black with lust as he watched a line of drool connect his tip to her swollen lips.

“Tha’s a diabolical mouth, darl’,” his gravelly voice made her thighs clench, “Get up ‘ere and give us a kiss.”

As she crawled up his naked body, she trailed kisses and little love bites up his abdomen and chest. She showered his strong neck and jaw with affection as his hands roamed her body. Butcher’s patience was wearing thin, so he flipped her underneath him, melding their lips together. “I’ll have to wear these ears more often,” she giggled. A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he made a home between her legs, wrapping them around his waist before notching his tip to her slick entrance.

“I love a slut that gets all hot’n botha’d from noshin’ on me cock,” he barely moved his hips forward.

She moaned and whined, pushing her hips closer, “Only your cock, daddy.”

Without warning, he pushed himself inside her, their hips flush in one thrust. She gasped as he growled at the feeling of finally being inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him access to hers. She whined when his teeth latched on her to clavicle and hips began to thrust. A symphony of grunts and groans reverberated in her ear with every delicious drag of his hard length against her velvety walls.

His thrusts picked up in force, hitting deeper and slamming into that spongey spot he loved to abuse. Every time he bottomed out, she whined, digging her nails into his scalp and neck. “Tha’s a good girl. Ya just let daddy do whateva’ he wants, don’t ya?” he taunted in her ear. She nodded. His dark chuckle only turned her on more. Her body sparked with such pleasure and heat it made her brain foggy, drunk on lust, drunk on him.

“B-Billy,” she repeated his name like a mantra.

“Oh, is my lil’ bunny gone all fuzzy?” Butcher teased, looking into her glazed over eyes, “She ‘as. No thoughts in that ‘ead of hers. Just daddy and his magic cock.”

Once again, he rolled them until she was straddling his lap, frantically rolling her hips without a second thought. She braced her hands against his chest and started bouncing. Butcher’s head fell back on the pillows as his eyes rolled back, hands aiding her every rise and fall. Every time he plunged back into her, her arousal gushed and coated their laps. He could practically feel it dripping down his balls.

The new position made him hit even deeper. The stretch and burn she felt only fueled her need for more. Butcher suddenly planted his feet and began meeting her bounce for bounce. The word “daddy” and his name tumbled from her mouth in whiny praises. Neither knew what she was trying to tell him, but it didn’t matter. One of Butcher’s hands left her hip to play with her clit, “Been neglectin’ ‘er, ‘aven’ I? Let’s fix that.”

The second his rough thumb began to circle her clit, her hips began to roll, desperately chasing her high. He fucked her with abandon feeling her walls flutter and seeing her nose begin to scrunch up. “C’mon, baby. That pretty cunt gonna squirt?” She whimpered and nodded. His thumb circled faster as her hips began to falter. “Keep goin’, bunny. You’re so close,” Butcher encouraged. That’s all she needed before her cunt trapped him in a vice-like grip and came. She screamed and whined as her vision went white. Her whole body involuntarily shivered as the waves crashed over her.

The feeling of her soaking him and the bed sent him over the edge, reaching his end with a deep roar. Panting, she collapsed on his chest as he rut his hips against hers, riding out there highs until their limbs were too weak to move. Butcher’s fingers skimmed along her spine as he whispered sweet nothings to her, basking in the fading fluttering of her cunt.

After a few moments, she threw the bunny ears off with a weak laugh. She hissed as he pulled out of her and helped her lay beside him. They sat in comfortable silence catching their breaths.

“Fink I’ll take that dinna’ now,” he suddenly said.

She giggled, “Well, since you did give me that amazing ride, I guess I can heat it up for you.”

“Cheeky bunny,” he smacked her ass.

She took a moment to focus on keeping her legs from trembling as she went to stand up off the bed. Reaching down, she grabbed Butcher’s shirt and threw it on, heading into the kitchen to warm up his food. She cracked open a fresh beer before taking the now warm plate from the microwave and moving into the bedroom. She looked at her man laid out on the bed.

“Seriously?” she giggled in the doorway.

He’d reclined against the headboard with a cigarette between his lips and the white bunny ears on his head, “W’at?”

[sabbqj]

Done!

GERALT OF RIVIA

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

[eternallyordinary]

“He Belongs to You”

Homelander x Reader Masterlist <3

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[butchermeat]

rape me while you hold my missing person poster in front of my face, tell me that they’ll NEVER find me and you would rather kill me than let me go

[animasola86]

SMUT DRABBLES: Slip'n'Slide

A/N: Just a little spicy shower scene between a nameless man (who could be anyone you like) and a female reader (no use of y/n, reader is of age and has female genitalia).

WARNINGS: Explicit! Daddy kink, Dd/lg dynamics. Pet names (baby/baby girl, Daddy). Size difference. Frottage.

WORDS: 802

"Do you want me to touch you, baby girl?" he rasped, his fingertips dipping between your butt cheeks.

You stiffened slightly, pausing the squirming, before you pushed your rear against his big hands, a mumbled "Yes" escaping you. A rumble went through his chest when he gave a little laugh, slipping his hands lower, cupping your ass properly. And then he lifted you effortlessly, pulling you up and against him. Your arms wrapped around his neck while you instinctively pressed your thighs into his sides.

He shifted you slightly, one hand curled around your shoulder, the other slipping beneath you, and then it happened, your heated center pushed right against his cock, hard and stiff, pointing upwards, pressed between his lower stomach and your body. The spray of the water hit your back, a steady stream of warmth adding to the heat gathering low in your core.

His hands settled on your waist, a strong grip, and when you leaned back a little to look at him, you saw him watching you, his face tight, that muscle in his jaw twitching, and his eyes were... intense. There was undeniable hunger. A dark stare.

"Cross your legs behind me," he told you, and you did. "Hold onto my shoulders, yes, like that. And now, grind on me, baby girl."

He started the motion by gently moving your body up and down so that his shaft would press right between your labia, the head catching on your clit, and just that first stroke already blurred your vision.

Your hands dug into his shoulders, your pelvis working against him, up and down, back and forth, a slow rubbing and grinding, the heat and bulk of him gliding through your slick slit. The tension grew, your lips parted, chest heaving, heart thundering. He kept his hold on you, watching you, guiding you as you moved against him. Little moans escaped you, your limbs tensing and twitching around him.

You could feel him getting even harder, throbbing against you. Every upwards slide and downwards stroke sent shivers down your spine, little tingles that went all the way into your toes and fingertips, and when you could barely move anymore, he kept going, pushing you up and down, his fingers tight around your waist, probably leaving bruises, but you needed the strong hold, the reminder that he was there, helping you.

The friction felt like nothing you'd ever felt before, somehow both soothing and scorching hot, burning through your nerves, setting the cotton in your head on fire, and all you could feel was him. You tried keeping up with the grinding and sliding, but all those shudders felt out of your control, so you leaned in, wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your cheek against his, the scratch of his beard adding to the sensation. You were breathing frantically as your hips undulated against him, faster now, desperate to find that sweet release.

A low groan vibrated through him as he shifted his hands to cup your rear, pushing and pulling you into him, the additional pressure sending even more shock waves through your body. The heat built and built, your clit throbbing, the head of his cock rubbing and prodding it, his warmth all-consuming. You were teetering on the edge, so close, and then he spoke, low in your ear, a deep thrum that shot straight into your clenching cunt.

"Come for me, baby," he breathed. "Come on Daddy's cock."

You couldn't even control it anymore, it just happened, the tension almost painful until it finally exploded, like fireworks behind your eyelids, a sudden surge of energy through your entire body, a soothing wave, a roaring storm, all at once. You came with a croaked little cry, a breathless "Daddy!", burying your face in the crook of his neck, your hands clawing at his shoulders, your legs twitching as your toes curled.

He held you, slowed the grinding motions, and you noticed him twitching too, a little jerk through his big body, another quiet groan, before something warm and wet gathered between your bodies, slippery on your already soapy skin. You felt him, thick and warm, pressed against your swollen labia, the echo of that delicious friction still thrumming through your nerves. Exhaling loudly, you relaxed against him, holding onto him.

His lips brushed against your damp forehead. "My good girl," he whispered, his voice rougher than before, causing you to smile into his neck. You felt safe in his arms, any kind of worry silenced, pushed to the far back.

"Thank you, Daddy," you murmured, slowly making the effort to lean back a little, angling your cunt a bit more against him, the motion making that muscle in his jaw twitch as you looked at him. The hardness left his eyes when he smiled at you. "That felt really good..."

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[ex0rin]

Butcher's hands on Hughie | The Boys S02E06

[kidneystonecollector]

that man has the capability to make me go absolutely feral

[blond3ang3l]

Afab! Reader

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Cowboy! Butcher who in no way shape or form thought he’d be able to get you back to his ranch with him. You were so skeptical since you hated the outside life. All the gross bugs and everything touching you was just a huge turn off for you and it was no way you’d go out willingly in a place that was surrounding you in it. But somehow Butcher managed to get you back to his place and got you in his bed. His room was opposite to yours, all dark with his hunting shit scattered all around rom him throwing it off the bed so he could basically pounce on you.

His hands pushed up the shirt you wore and placed sloppy kisses from the middle of your chest till he got down your waist band. A sharp breath leaving you feeling his cold lips repeatedly against your skin. Just the reaction he wanted.

He peeled down your shorts just enough to reveal your hips to him. Hands squeezing your thigh while he took a mental picture of how you looked at that moment for him, for your first time with. His right hand reeled up to your hip once more before he spoke. “See this space right here?” His deep voice filled your ears making you nod. “You’re gonna get my name right ‘ere baby. Fill this spot out just in case anyone ever thinks they’ll get their fun in, they’ll know i was already here, and you’ll always come back to me.”

His hip were slamming into you from behind while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. Your hands intertwined with his as he tried to distract you from the slight burn you felt from being stretched out. The cowboy hat he wore now on top of your head making him smirk. It was like his own little claim on you. Your naive self didn’t know what you were getting into when dealing it’s the man. He was so possessive, wanting you all to himself. You were his prize that he worked his ass off the past few months for with courting you.

“Been holdin’ out on me love. Feel so damn good around me. Gonna have to put a ring on that finger. Like that idea huh?” You tried to nod to answer but he wanted to hear it from your pretty little mouth. His hand wrapped around your throat pulling you up to his chest. “Let me hear you bunny. No reason to be shy, only us two here.” It was wrong for him to tease you but the man couldn’t help himself, now that he had you he was gonna make sure you remembered that you would be with him forever. “Yes! Love that idea daddy. Do whatever it is you want.”

The headboard repeatedly banged against the wall so much you were sure that it would leave a dent or even worse break. His eyes fell on to your ass and the way it rippled whenever it met his pelvis. A idea popped into his head that he just couldn’t help but try. You were all his to own so he could as he pleased.

He let your head fall back into his pillows cooing to you to “Just relax and let daddy take care of you okay?" A small "yeah" That sounded more like a plea falling from your lips only feeding into him more. His hands moved to your ass, spreading it before letting a glob of spit fall onto your puckered hole. The sudden feeling made you jump but you didn't even have time to process before he pushed his thumb inside. You went to whine but he used his other hand to cover your mouth with a chuckle.

"I know doll, feels weird huh? S' alright, just gotta be patient and it's gonna feel real good okay?" He moved the hand off your mouth to slide down to your waist all the way to your clit, pinching the bud and making your gasp. His eyes never left your ass, watching ass his thumb moved in and out to his delight. He even slowed down his thrust just to match the pace.

"Fucking me so good daddy." Your words broke him out of his trance and made him chuckle. He leaned over pressing a kiss on to your shoulder "I know baby. Doin so damn good f' me." He looked at your dazed expression and fuck it was doing something to him. Eyes all glassy, small pout on your face, everything about it drove him crazy. "You gonna cum huh? S' that why your pouting up at me like a brat."

You instantly nodded your head and he couldn't hold back his smirk. Hand rubbing your throbbing bud he could feel you tighten around him. Moans become more high pitched and a bit shaky. "That's it girl, give it to me. Show me what no one else gets to see besides me." Your whole body twitched as your made a mess all over his dick. His own legs twitched as he thrusted into you s few more times before cumming deep inside you.

The room filled with the sound of both of your pants while slowly catching your breaths. His eyes fell on you and softened seeing just how gorgeous you looked. He knew would have to start looking for rings asap because he was not joking when he brought it up earlier.

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This is based off me watching yellow Stone and seeing butcher every time I look at rip and it drives me absolutely feral.

Also will probably have a part two

[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