#the karl urban thirst is severe right now

[little-wicked10]

Smell so Sweet🍑

Summary: Soldier Boy’s powers make it easy for him to read people’s physical reactions. He happens to pick up on the fact that every time she’s around Butcher and himself, she gets REALLY horny.

Warnings: PORN WITH NO PLOT🥵🔞, cursing, dirty talk, degrading, daddy kink, subspace, drug use, multiple orgasms, anal, creampies (what kind? Yes)

Notes: reader is called Peach because I’m uncreative like that🤷‍♀️ Thanks for voting for this on my poll!

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Learning to control his supe powers and senses had taken Soldier Boy years. They were long, grueling, painful few years, but the payoff was a harmony he hadn’t known until his powers worked with him instead of against. If he concentrated hard enough, he could pin point everyone down to their sound and scent.

The cum guzzler, Hughie, had a heart beat like a rabbit most of the time and smelled of some kind of obnoxious sprayed on odor mixed with something that reminded him of a bologna sandwich. Weak.

Butcher’s heart rate was all over the place, slow one minute and erratic and panicked the next. Past the cigarette and alcohol smell, the Brit had a strong manly scent that he could only compare to himself. It had a different musk than his own, but it gave off the same feeling. Strong.

Then there was her.

She drove him crazy. He chased after the smell of her sweet perfume mixed with her naturally sweet smelling skin. She smelled like goddamn peaches and cream. So sweet.

He could pick up on hormone changes in women the easiest for some odd reason, and hers were his favorite to fill his senses with. So, it was easy to discover her little secret.

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The first time Soldier Boy picked up on it was the day he met her. She stood to Butcher’s right, and he could already smell her attraction to the cockney asshole. It wasn’t as strong as he thought it be, probably because she had learned to control it around him, but it suddenly got stronger when her eyes landed on him. Sharp eyes saw her pupils dilate and her rapid heart beat pounded in his ears.

“And uh…who’s the broad?” Soldier Boy smirked at her.

“She’s a valuable memba’ of the team, mate,” Butcher placed a hand on the small of her back, her hormones went wild at the contact, “She’ll be lookin’ after ya while Hughie and I track down the last few membas of Payback for ya.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, okay?” he snapped his eyes to Butcher, “I think I know how to fuckin’ lay low.”

“Well, guv, she knows her way ‘round ‘ere and can get ya whateva’ ya need,” Butcher pointed out, “She’ll help ya out, keep ya company while the lad and I chase some of these leads.”

Solider Boy turned his smirk back to her, “You alright with this, sweetheart? I can be quite a handful.”

He sensed her answer before she told him, “Yeah, I’m fine with this. Rather hang out here than watch Hughie’s teleporting junk.”

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“Ya know she wants to fuck you, right?” Soldier Boy casually mentioned to Butcher one night.

Butcher chuckled, “Yeah. I seen those fuck me eyes she tries ‘idin’.”

“Bet with that shit you’re shootin’ up, you can smell what I smell,” Soldier Boy quirked his eyebrows up with a devious smirk.

“Fuuuuck she smells sweet, don’ she?” Butcher groaned, “You eva’ ‘eard ‘er late at night’? Ugh. W’at I wouldn’ give ta see those wet dreams.”

The two sat outside smoking on the motel balcony. Soldier Boy inhaled sharply before passing it, “You ever smell her when we’re both in the room?”

The Brit began to chuckle as he took the burning joint, “Picked up on that righ’ quick.”

A groan left the other man, “Smells like the ripest fuckin’ peach you’ll ever fuckin’ taste.”

The two sat in silence as the same idea passed through their minds.

//

She was curled up on the motel couch when Butcher returned without Hughie. Even through the line of bennies he’d just snorted, Ben’s nose filled with the smell of peaches as her two favorite people were in the same room. Butcher glanced over at the supe, inhaling deeply before disguising it as a sigh.

“Hey Peach,” he called.

She perked up at the nickname and looked over at him. It was a mystery to her why she’d been bestowed the name, but she didn’t really look too much into it.

“Hand me that bottle o’ whiskey. I’m out over here,” Ben commanded.

She rolled her eyes before sarcastically saying, “Oh yes sir! Need anything else?”

Both men felt her reply go straight to their dicks. From the motel table, they watched her grab the full bottle from the coffee table and walk towards them. If she paid a lick of attention, she’d have noticed the way they eyed her head to toe. “Sit with us, love. I could use the comp’ny,” Butcher offered as he kicked one of the chairs out. She sat down, watching as Ben crushed more pills with the hilt of his Bowie knife.

“Soldier Boy ‘ere givin’ ya any trouble?” Butcher asked sternly.

“When he’s not bossing me around, he’s not too bad,” she replied with a roll of her eyes, “I’d have a bigger problem if he wasn’t sharing his weed.”

Ben chuckled as he used his blade to make little lines, “Thought pretty girls like you liked bein’ told what to do?”

They noticed her cheeks flush a bit and smelled her hormones skyrocket. Butcher started bouncing his leg impatiently the deeper her scent filled his mind like a fog.

“Experience says they sho’ do,” Butcher chuckled.

She picked up a joint and lighter off the table, “Only by the ones I call daddy.”

Butcher practically barked when he laughed, “Well, well, well. Dirty lil’ bird you are.”

She lit the joint and took a deep drag, both men watching her chest rise and fall. Ben waited until she exhaled the smoke from her pretty lips before speaking again, “Dirty girls and clean lines, that’s my motto. If you think I can snort, you should see me eat.”

He smirked at the blush that seemed to be there permanently whenever they were around.

“Ain’t that just the cutest lil’ blush ya ever did see,” Butcher teased with a smirk playing at his lips.

It was then that Ben decided to reveal the elephant in the room, “Ya know we can smell how turned on we make you, right?”

Both were amused as she choked while exhaling.

“C’mon, Peach. You really think I wouldn’t pick up on it? I’m fuckin’ Solider Boy,” Ben chuckled as he set his knife on the table, “And, Butcher’s been shootin’ up enough of that green shit to know what I’m talkin’ about.”

“Let me tell ya, Peach,” the way the word rolled off his tongue with his thick accent should have been wrong, “That’s exactly w’at ya smell like. Peaches and fuckin’ cream with a lil’ bit of sugar sprinkled ova’ the top. Me mouth starts waterin’ an’ me bollocks achin’ every time I step through that door and smell w’at’s permeating from between them luscious thighs.”

She subconsciously crossed her legs, feeling their eyes dart to the action.

“I bet she tastes just as sweet,” Ben leaned back in his chair, “What ya wanna bet, Butcher?”

The man was leisurely stretched out in his chair as his dark stare never left her body, “No doubt, guv. Ya don’ smell like that and not taste just as sweet. But…betta’ to find out. Care if I ‘ave the first go?”

“Be my guest,” Ben quickly replied.

The fact that they were talking about her in front of her as if she wasn’t there was a huge turn on. Like she was too dumb to join their conversation about tasting her cunt. Butcher suddenly slid off his chair to his knees, crawling towards her to kneel before her crossed legs. His rough hands started at her ankles before delicately traveling up her calf, over her knees, hooking his hands in the crease of her thighs and yanking them open. A gasp fell from her lips as her legs were spread and Butcher made his bulky self at home, large hands clasping around her hips with a lazy smirk on his face.

“Gooood-damnit! That’s potent shit,” Ben growled, throwing his head back.

“Lift ya hips, love. Daddy’s dyin’ of thirst. Ain’t that a cryin’ shame?” he asked her as he dug his fingers into the waist band of her shorts.

She held herself up, biting her lip and nodding as her face burned.

Butcher couldn’t help his chuckle when he shimmied her shorts and panties off, “An’ the only thing that can quench this mighty thirst of mine is drippin’ out of yer pretty cunt.”

Breathing suddenly became hard when his cocky smile lowered between her legs. One hand gripped the edge of the wooden chair while the other gripped his black hair. The position was awkward until her legs were thrown over his broad shoulders, and he yanked her closer to the edge of the chair. There was no warning as Butcher dove in. A strangled moan left her throat as his whole mouth devoured her from clit to slit, chasing every drop of her sweet honey to places that hadn’t been explored.

She cried out loud when he suddenly let loose a deep growl that vibrated against her folds, strong arms wrapping tighter around her thighs to shove his face deeper. He could fucking drown like this. They sounded like two animals. She whimpered and whined in a high pitch, pornographic manner. Butcher grunted and groaned like a rutting beast. Ben sat back with a joint in his mouth and hand on his dick. Her scent filled the room now.

Ben admired the way her little toes curled when Butcher made her cum, “Butcher’s a greedy son of a bitch, but, what else is new?”

Both her hands were dug deep into his hair now as her hips attempted to roll towards his mouth. Ben suddenly stood up, exhaling smoke as he strode towards the two. He stood next to her, his hips level with her head, holding out the joint towards her ‘o’ shaped mouth.

“Wrap your lips around it. Think you deserve a lil’ puff after that last one,” the supe encouraged.

Her eyes popped open and stared into mischievous green ones before flicking down to his hand. With a shaky breath, she wrapped her lips around it and inhaled.

“There ya go, doll. Nice long drag. Don’t make her choke yet, Butcher,” Ben complimented.

The supe pulled the joint from her lips with a satisfied smirk as he watched her hold the smoke in her lungs before exhaling. The exhale turned into a broken whine as Butcher built her up to another orgasm.

“You wanna a go, mate?” Butcher reluctantly pulled away as she cried in protest.

“Fuck yeah, I do. Move over,” Ben shoved the other man’s shoulder.

The Brit backed away and stood up as Ben made room for himself. Just like the previous man between her legs, no time was wasted. No one could ever accuse these two men of being inefficient. Butcher took a seat at the table again as Ben had his fill. The second his tongue met her folds, he growled and shook his head.

“Why not give ‘er lil’ arsehole a tickle? I know I did,” Butcher smirk could only be described as cheeky, “Tell Soldier Boy how much you liked havin’ yer arsehole tongue fucked.”

A desperate cry left her lips, “I-I loved it!”

“Try again,” Ben slapped her pussy making her squeal.

“Butcher’s tongue in my ass felt so, so good!” she cried, “I was about to cum again when he took it out.”

Ben cooed, “See, Butcher, if you would just keep your damn mouth shut and do the job, you’d have a higher success rate.”

“Oi, cut the supe shite. I was nice enough to offa’ up a taste before she started pushin’ me head away. That lil’ cunt was flutterin’ away when me tongue was shoved up ‘er arse, made the job much easier for ya,” Butcher barked back.

“Oh my god! Please! Someone put me out of my fuckin’ misery!” her desperate whine interrupted.

Ben slapped her pussy harder, “Sassy lil’ thing.”

“Ya got no idea, mate,” Butcher took a hit.

Ben brought his mouth down to suck harshly at her clit. Two of his thick fingers shoved inside of her making her scream. Butcher admired her toes curling in the air and her fingers desperately grasping Ben’s brown hair.

“O-oh, Ben!” she whimpered as his finger teased against her other hole.

Ben growled as he roughly held her still, dipping his fingers into her cunt then dragging the wetness down to play with that forbidden little entrance. It was when he shoved his tongue inside her weeping cunt and nudged the tip of his finger into her ass that she let out a strangled moan, cunt clenching and gushing.

Butcher inhaled deeply with a growl, “Fuckin’ ‘ell! Toss ‘er on the bed.”

The supe sat up, wiping his mouth and beard before jerking her up like she weighed nothing. Both men strode towards the bed before she was thrown half hazardously onto it. Ben was quick to yank her shirt off as Butcher started unbuttoning his own. Her eyes looked up at them like a powerless doe at the mercy of the wolves. Her body already hummed from her first two orgasms, but she craved more. She rubbed her thighs together as her cunt throbbed uncontrollably.

Ben grabbed one of her ankles to throw her legs open, “That’s the last time I wanna see those legs closed.”

She felt a gush of arousal at his command, “Y-yes sir.”

“Gonna need ya to stay niiiice an’ spread out for us, Peach,” Butcher had the audacity to wink as he jerked her other leg open, “Might ‘ave a ‘ard time gettin’ her to keep’em closed after this.”

Her blush would have been from embarrassment if they hadn’t already dove head first into her cunt and asshole. There were still sparks of insecurity that crossed her features as she lay with her legs spread wide open, but they’d fuck that right out of her. Butcher was the first to move, rounding the bed to sit behind her. With a grunt, he maneuvered her around to be on all fours.

“Give daddy a lil’ nosh while Soldier Boy opens up your pretty holes, yeah?” Butcher grinned as he gathered her hair in his hand.

She watched with wide eyes as Butcher made her watch him jerk his belt and fly open with a free hand. The bed dipped behind her as Ben roughly spread apart her ass. Her mouth watered at the size of Butcher’s thick length, straining against his hold to reach down and pleasure him. Butcher’s dark chuckle didn’t distract her from staring. When he brought her head down to wrap her lips around his tip, Ben shoved his fingers inside her cunt while circling over her asshole.

The back of Butcher’s head slammed against the headboard as the woman enthusiastically sucked him off, “Bloody…fuckin’ ‘ell! Like a goddamn hoova’.”

“I love a bitch that gets off on suckin’ dick,” Ben groaned.

The way the men laughed at her eagerness should have made her feel ashamed, or even mad, but it just turned her on even more. It made her push her hips back into Ben’s hands and her tongue stroke Butcher’s length with the need to keep them talking. Keep degrading her and using her until her body gave out. She whimpered when she heard and felt Ben roughly spit on her asshole before he inched a finger inside to the knuckle. The burn was foreign while pleasurable. Her body didn’t know whether to lean in or away from it.

Ben’s eyes were dark with lust as he enjoyed the sweet torture they were putting her through. It motivated him to be a little crueler in how he handled her. When her hips tried to pull away from him burying his finger more inside her, his other hand roughly left her cunt to hold her hip and keep her in place, “Nah, doll. No runnin’. Take it like a good lil’ trooper.”

If Butcher wasn’t getting his soul sucked out, he would have rolled his eyes at the supe. He looked down at her sucking his dick like it was the best tasting thing she’d had in her life. He loved desperate whores. He hadn’t realized how desperate she was until that Temp V shit got his senses heightened enough to hear a mouse queef. His eyes went wide when she suddenly pulled off of him and let her tongue lazily lick over his balls while her hand stroked his dick.

“A-ah shit,” Butcher shivered as she wrapped her lips around it, “You diabolical slut! Noshin’ on me fuckin’ bollocks!”

“Damn, she’s tight. I’ll stretch that out no problem,” Ben’s smirk was dark.

“Not before I do,” Butcher groaned as the sound of her sucking and slurping on him filled the room.

She suddenly pulled off of Butcher and glanced up at him, a shy but mischievous look in her eyes, “I want you both inside me. Please.”

Butcher suddenly leaned forward, holding her head closer to his face, “Louder, peach. Don’ fink Soldier Boy ‘ere ‘eard ya.”

She whined, but repeated, “I want you both inside me! Please!”

Both men chuckled, Ben spanking her made her cry out and jerk forward closer to Butcher’s face. A shaky gasp passed her lips when Ben pulled his finger from inside her, “Ya want us to just shove our dicks in there? Stretch you out ‘till you’re a cryin’ and snivelin’ slut?”

A whine left her throat, “Y-Yes! Ruin me!”

“Oof, ya hear that, mate? Don’ you worry, peach. You are neva’ gonna forget w’at we’re gonna do to ya,” Butcher’s breath smelled of weed as he chuckled in her face.

She squealed when Ben smacked her wet pussy before stepping away. Butcher pet her hair affectionately before ordering her to straddle him. She was so turned on she was trembling as she waited for him to kick his boots and jeans off. When he was finally naked like her, she crawled into the man’s lap, knees settling on either side of his hips. A moan slipped past her swollen lips when his callused hands pawed at the meat of her ass. Butcher looked down to watch her hips slide along his length, teasing them both. “Please! Please, daddy!” she babbled.

“That beggin’ is so pretty. Keep doin’ it,” Butcher slurred.

“Please, daddy! It hurts!”

Ben chuckled, “Where’s it hurt, baby? Gotta tell him, or he can’t fix it.”

Butcher held her hips still making her cry out. Her nails dug into his shoulders, “I-I need y-you inside! Aches inside, daddy.”

The Brit chuckled with a smirk as he urged her to hover over him, grasping his cock in hand to notch the tip to her entrance. His smirk turned to a smile as she struggled to sink down. “Aww, poor peach. Daddy too big for ya?” he teased.

She whimpered and squirmed to take more, “Need more. F-Fuck I….please!”

Ben’s strong hand on her shoulder pushed her down. Neither man could look away until she was fully sat in Butcher’s lap. He was careful not to grip her too hard, but holy shit was she tight! Butcher growled feeling her walls pulse around him. If he were a younger man with less self control, he would have busted right then. Her arms frantically wrapped around Butcher’s neck as she cried and whimpered. He nuzzled his beard and lips against her chest, sucking marks into the delicate skin of her breasts.

The air was knocked out of her when his hips thrust up into hers. Burly arms wrapped around her body before he started moving her body along his. “F-Fuckin’ ‘ell! That’s it!” Butcher groaned as he looked up at her. When he noticed a few tears wetting her cheeks, he gently kissed them away, “Too much for ya already, peach? Ol’ Soldier Boy hasn’t even ‘ad ‘is turn yet.” She frantically shook her head, and she heard Ben chuckle from the side of the bed. Suddenly, she was rolled onto her back with her legs wrapped around the man’s waist. Butcher sat up, grasping her hips in his large hands, before starting a brutal pace.

She moaned and gasped, clawing at his wrists and throwing her head back. Every thrust had her gushing around him, and he refused to relent until she was on the verge of falling apart. The coil kept tightening in her belly with every thrust against her sweet spot. A strangled cry came from her throat when his callused thumb strummed her clit causing it to snap. She gushed around Butcher’s cock, the man’s hips faltering to keep him from cumming with her. “Fu-uckin’ ‘ell, peach! Bring’a man to ‘is bloody fuckin’ knees, why don’ ya?” Butcher growled as he dug his blunt nails into the skin on her hips.

Ben suddenly huffed, “C’mon, I ain’t had a piece of ass this fine in decades.”

The other man rolled his eyes and panted as he slowly eased out of her quivering walls, “‘ow long ya gonna keep milkin’ that one, guv?”

She whined when Butcher was no longer inside her, but it didn’t take long for Ben to take his place. The supe pounced on her, throwing her shaking legs over his shoulders and sheathing his full length inside her. She screamed and grabbed onto the shitty headboard rails for dear life. He gave a dark chuckle as he started an unforgiving pace, “Hold on tight, baby. Let’s show Butch how a real supe fucks.”

Butcher rolled his eyes as he relit the forgotten joint. Cocky bastard. Honestly, they both were which explained why they butt heads. Ben fucked hard and powerful, slow at first but quickly picked up when he found the spot that made her gasp the loudest. Her body began to shake, the familiar sensation flooding her nerve endings. Her body instinctively tried to pull away from his harsh attack, but the bruising grip on her hips kept her in place. Ben laughed at her pathetic whining, “What I say about runnin’?”

“P-P-Please,” she whimpered pathetically, “Ca-Can’t!”

“Thought you wanted us to ruin you, honey?” the supe taunted as he snatched the joint from Butcher at the side of the bed, “You’re so, so close. Think I’ll make ya squirt more than Billy Boy?”

Butcher growled, “Shoulda kept ya in the bloomin’ freezer.”

“Can’t handle a lil’ competition, Butch?” Ben chuckled as he puffed and fucked.

It was the sudden gushing around his cock that brought his attention back to the fucked out woman. “Oh shit!” he groaned as he looked down to see her little cunt leaking and struggling to push him out. She lightly convulsed, euphoria having wracked her body like a shock of lightening. The sounds of the men both taunting and praising her were muffled. She’d never been fucked like this before. Used like a battle ground between two alphas trying to out do the other. The thought of both of them fighting at the same time made her heavy body squirm.

“Wonda’ w’at she’s finkin’ to get her to wigglin’?” Butcher slurred.

“Same thing I’m thinkin’ about,” Ben said as he swiftly slid out of her sensitive walls.

In her haze, she felt her body being moved, repositioned until she lay on her stomach over a strong, broad body. She lifted her head to look into Butcher’s dark eyes. His callused hands ran along her back, sides, and hips, enjoying the way her body was melted against his. The man quirked a brow when he noticed her staring intensely at his lips. How could he refuse the earnest and pleading look in her eyes? He thread his fingers through her hair and brought her lips to his. She moaned into his dominant kiss, thighs tightening around his waist and arms wrapping around his neck. A satisfied sound left her throat when Butcher effortlessly slipped into her abused cunt again. His hips started a lazy rhythm as their lips and tongues danced together.

The bed dipped at the bottom as a bottle popping open cut through the wet sounds. A small squeak stuck in her throat when the feeling of cool lube dripped against her asshole. Her previous four orgasms made it impossible for her to tense up beyond holding on to Butcher. “Nice n’ easy, peach. There’s a good girl,” Butcher mumbled into her lips as Ben angled her hips up more. A shiver rolled down her spine when she felt him slap his still hard cock against her asshole.

She cried out when he pushed just the tip inside, the pain of the stretch shocking. Ben held one ass cheek in hand while his other hand ran up her spine. “I’m just gonna slip right in, peaches,” Ben groaned as he inched forward, “Stay still. Let me in. Theeere we go.”

Full. That was how to describe how it felt. Full and overwhelming. She swore she could feel them in her throat. A strangled moan burst from her throat before turning into a cry. Her forehead pressed into Butcher’s neck as her body processed the new feeling. The man behind her leant over and sunk his teeth into her shoulder as his hips slowly drew back then pushed forward. Each stroke elicited a whine from her lips, but she didn’t tense, she didn’t wiggle away, her body and mind were too fucked out to allow her to try and escape. She wanted this. She needed this. She needed them to ruin her.

Butcher picked up on her comfort and began to work in tandem with the other man. When one thrust pushed in, the other pulled out, creating an insane back and forth rhythm. She could feel every vein and ridge rubbing against her walls. Her whimpers turned into mewls, body writhing like a cat in heat.

Butcher inhaled deeply with a satisfied moan, “All I’m gonna be cravin’ is a taste of peaches and cream when I’m around ya, love.”

“It’s my new favorite flavor,” Ben grunted before licking and biting his bottom lip, concentration etched into his brow.

She couldn’t hold back the pathetic sounds she made when their hips started thrusting faster and harder, clit being stimulated against Butcher’s pelvis. Her whole body was a live wire, mind melted and only able to comprehend the way they fucked her beyond her limit. A growl rumbled between the two men when she pushed her hips back against them. “She’s not even thinkin’! Look at that! Pushin’ her hips back to get those dicks deeper,” Ben slapped her ass.

“Keep makin’ ya self feel good, peach. That slutty cunt’s flutterin’ away. She barely wants to let me go,” Butcher taunted.

Tears spilled down her cheeks and nails dug into the tanned and scarred skin below her. She babbled and moaned, pleasing and praising them for all the pleasure and pain they were giving her. “Pathetic slut. Ya want it so bad? Then do it,” Ben growled.

She screamed when they roughly bottomed out over and over again until it all finally exploded. Her vision went white, air escaping her lungs, and shivers flowing through her body. She tensed so hard around them, it was nearly impossible to move. Breath rushed back into her lungs feeling Butcher and Ben cumming inside her. It was a mix of growls, grunts, and sobs as the intense high passed through all of them. “Christ ON A CROSS!” Ben bit out. Whatever British slang Butcher grumbled out was incoherent through his gravelly, sex-filled voice. She was hyper aware of their cum leaking out of her around their dicks, the feeling wouldn’t soon be forgotten. Nothing about what they did to her would leave her memory for as long as she lived.

“Good girl, good girl, peach,” Butcher panted as he pet her sweaty hair, “J-Just…Let’s just stay like this.”

She pressed a cheek to his pec and nodded.

Ben blinked and shook his head, “Whoo! Haven’t cum like that in 40 years! I need weed.”

The supe slowly pulled himself from her abused hole, smirking at her little whimpers. A cool feeling swept across her back as he got off the bed and shuffled over to the kitchen table. Her mind floated in and out of consciousness. She lost the battle to be present in reality when big arms wrapped around her and murmured little sweet nothings. The smell of marijuana smoke mixed with the smell of sex in the air. The last thing she remembers before slipping into darkness was listening to the two men start to bicker.

[butchersboobs]

This has unlocked a whole new level of libidinousness deep within my soul.

I'm done for.

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[helshades]

Hard to deny that we live in an age dominated by the superhero. That classic Superman chestnut, “Look up in the sky!“, feels as apropos as ever when you can’t drive down a major road without Tony Stark’s mustachioed mug or Clark Kent’s Kryptonian biceps flexing down at you like judgemental gods. They rule the box office, they rule the pop culture conversation, they rule the graphic t-shirt real estate at every coffee shop. We’re about one particularly effective after-credits scene away from fandom spilling over into actual worship—pull up any video from inside Hall H if you don’t believe me—which means there’s no better time to ring up The Boys.

Adapted by Seth Rogen, Evan Goldberg, and Eric Kripke from the Dynamite comic series by writer Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson, the eight-episode Amazon series has a wickedly sharp eye for what an actual modern age of superheroes would look like. Costumed vigilantes come with an army of publicists to craft public apologies. Major media corporations schedule the crime-stopping “team-ups” that would drive the optimal amount of social media engagement. And there’s the possibility that the superheroes themselves, so shiny and glossed in front of a camera, are the type of A-list TMZ trash-monsters in their private lives who might smash a man’s skull during a particularly aggressive round of analingus. This is an actual thing that happens in The Boys. A lot of wild things happen in The Boys. But underneath all that superpowered ass-murder is genuinely one of the most timely TV series I’ve seen in a long time.

Our way into the mayhem is “Wee” Hughie Campbell (Jack Quaid), a completely normal A/V salesman living a completely ordinary life until a super-fast superhero named A-Train (Jessie Usher) literally runs through his girlfriend Robin (Jess Salgueiro), turning her into a cloud of blood and guts. A-Train is essentially untouchable as a member of The Seven, the world’s premiere superhero team, along with aquatic fish-talker The Deep (Chace Crawford), silent ninja Black Noir (Nathan Mitchell), the invisible Translucent (Alex Hassell), superstrong ass-kicker Queen Maeve (Dominique McElligott), and the squad’s Superman-esque leader, Homelander (Antony Starr). Quieted with a half-assed apology and ironclad Non-disclosure Agreement, Hughie’s thirst for revenge leads him straight to Billy Butcher (Karl Urban), former leader of an under-the-radar squad that worked to keep the “supes” in check: The Boys.

Running parallel to Hughie and Butcher is the story of Starlight (Erin Moriarty), The Seven’s bright-eyed and optimistic new recruit who quickly learns she’s joined a team of corrupt corporate suits, perverts, and murderers. The two plots intertwine, and soon a grand conspiracy emerges surrounding the mysterious super-steroid “Compound V” that could completely destroy the superhero game and the mega-corporation that funds it, Vought.

The Boys operates on a few different levels, all of which the creative team nails on one level or another. It’s your classic gettin’-the-band-back-together story, as the Compound V conspiracy convinces Butcher to track down the rest of the retired Boys, Mother’s Milk (Laz Alonso) and Frenchie (Tomer Capon), who are eventually joined by the hyper-violent killing machine known only as The Female (Karen Fukuhara). It’s also a pretty dang intriguing mystery tale dressed up in tights and capes, as well as a pitch-black comedy filled with enough flying guts, exploding dolphins, and C-4 shoved into a person’s unholy crevices to keep even the sickest of you puppies squirming.

But where the writing staff really excels is in the world-building. They’ve kept large chunks of the comic book story intact while also stripping away a bit of the X-Treme Edginess—I like Garth Ennis a lot, but Garth Ennis is occasionally too Garth Ennis for his own good—and setting it firmly in a setting that’s both comic-book elevated and so perfectly 2019. Superheroes argue not about the number of lives saved, but their cut of the merch and box office sales raked in from the Vought Cinematic Universe. ESPN runs 24/7 coverage of a race between speedsters. SEO experts and video editors cut together image-boosting clip shows of The Seven interacting with the common folk. (Possibly my favorite joke in the entire show is the fact newcomer Starlight’s segment is placeholder text that just says “Starlight relating to people.”)

And with that comes a really dark, unique relatability to the material that’s completely different than any on-screen comic book series out there. Though we don’t live in a world of actual superpowers, we do live in one filled with supremely shitty people in extraordinary positions of power and wealth. Tune into literally any news outlet of your choice—or just log on to Twitter dot com—and you’re bombarded with the latest government figure or Hollywood elite who was caught and/or just outright said the depths of their sheer shittiness. It makes you long for the days when a celebrity’s name trending meant they were just dead, not a sexual deviant. The Boys, similar to the comic series, leans hard into this idea: What if the rich, powerful fraudsters and public masturbators of the world were actually sitting in the position of the gods? It’s the darkest material on the show, but the story approaches it unflinchingly. There’s a real stomach-churning familiarity to a high-ranking member of The Seven dropping his pants in front of Starlight and asking how badly she wants to be a part of a superhero team. But even the worst parts come with a sense of wish fulfillment; as awful as it is to see and recognize a world run by all-powerful assholes, it’s thrilling when you realize The Boys is really about how ordinary people can fight back.

As Starlight, Moriarty shines brighter and brighter with each episode, a fantastic foil to Quaid’s increasingly twitchy Hughie. The cast is pretty electric across the board—especially Karl Urban out there throwing around c-words like his name is Cookie Monster—but there are two performances in particular that really make the story tick. Antony Starr is terrifying as Homelander; he plays the main supe like a petulant child given the strength of a nuclear bomb—a Shazam who also burns people’s faces off—and it’s chilling how quickly the actor switches between Homelander’s toothy-smiled choir boy image and the stone-cold persona below. Standing behind him is Elisabeth Shue as Madelyn Stillwell, Senior Vice President of Superhero Management at Vought. The Oscar-nominee is perfectly icy in the role, and low-key the most terrifying character on the show. As the mass murders and war crimes pile up around her, Madelyn is just booking the dates and scheduling the meetings, proving there’s nothing more horrific than a suit who signs lives away with a smile.

If there’s a complaint to be had about The Boys, it’s that its first eight-episode run ends awkwardly, right in the middle of the narrative with several loose threads dangling and a few key characters left forgotten in the home stretch. You have the sense the creators were pretty confident given the fact casting announcements started to pop up before a season 2 was confirmed. [UPDATE: Which it was, just now, at Comic-Con.] But the roller-coaster ride to that abrupt end is something you must experience. Like Alan Moore‘s Watchmen in the late-80s, TV series has the chance to be the superhero deconstruction of our time. Less a peek behind the curtain, and more a seedy glimpse behind the social media likes and box office numbers, a story that manages to be heartbreakingly relevant while still finding time to have Karl Urban kill a room full of goons with a super-powered baby.

Oh shit, did I not mention Karl Urban kills a room full of goons with a superpowered baby earlier? Yeah, man. Watch The Boys. A lot going on there.

[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

//

“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.

//

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?”

[butchersboobs]

I thought you'd never ask, babe 😭

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[lloquent]

MEOWWW!!! MEYOWWW!!! MROWWWWW!!!

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[butchersboobs]

Fuuuuckin'ell

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

//

“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.

//

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?”

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not only is he simply not allowed to say this due to the mental wellness of urbanators worldwide but ALSO the way he says butcher … man … soooo do u want ur ass ate or ??

This has unlocked a whole new level of libidinousness deep within my soul.

I'm done for.

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