#tw: butchering

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[python-nebula]

Is this anything (!!!template isn’t mine!!!)

EDIT: wtf it’s been 4 days how do I have 1600 notes- I think this fandom is the most active one I’ve been in ever

EDIT: how on earth is this my most popular post????

[fluffy-starlaxy]

TW/ GORE, BLOOD, FLASHING IMAGES

Butcher Vanity but it's Painis Cupcake, a small wip bc I got bored lol

[aedelia]

Had a weird dream. Very disturbing. Not quite a full nightmare, but very close.

TW: disturbing, implied cannibalism, butchering of a live human

I had been asleep less than an hour before I woke up from a dream that included being at some restaurant where someone said something along the lines of "This is the best dish I've ever had!" And this guy at a table with his friend just. Gets up. Mildly resigned. And goes "Then you've never had *name of some weird dish before!" And then he lays down on some metal prep table thing naked and gets very meticulously and precisely fileted alive. Like super thin and precise cuts that get deeper the longer they continue, across his whole body. He's like grunting at the pain at first and talking normally as long as he can while pieces of his flesh are removed from him until he can't. He might have screamed at one point. Possibly when the army of cooks were throwing literal handfuls of seasoning over him while they worked. I remember them picking muscle fibers out from between his ribs and the dark color of it all. The strong sense of unease when he had first stood up to the abject horror of watching him get picked apart to be consumed just because he couldn't let someone's statement about food stand uncontested. I don't know if they would have kept going until he was nothing but a pile of bones and a memory. I don't know if he was intended to survive the process and carry on with his life afterwards. I woke up without finding out but stuck with these thoughts and memories in my head. I think I had tried to interject and defuse the situation before the guy did his thing but nobody was listening or paying any attention to my efforts.

Woke up feeling like I might cry but didn't.

I can tell the sense of horror is going to linger.

cat tax:

[sketchy-doge1]

my wife,,

[wackarat]

Sneak peek of the shit i got myself into

TW // GORE

[poreyneel]

Curse or Cure

[webdiggerxxx]

꧁★꧂

[izel-scribbles]

What’s up dollins folk did you miss me

figured out how to draw beards??? yippee skippy

noel looks so majestic here ngl

does a fucking flip or something. god this is so embarrassing

[lady-z-writes]

Distraction

Billy Butcher x reader

In which Butcher returns in a rage and needs you to take his mind off it.

Cw: smut (18+), masturbation, fingering, sex, oral, hair pulling, choking.

You hadn't planned on staying so late, but you'd gotten caught up in a podcast, enjoyed the silence of the empty space between the words.

A loud slam startles you. You're instantly on high alert, popping an ear bud out, holding your breath, realizing - damn it - it's 6pm already. The setting sun peeking through the window blinding you momentarily as you rise, you hear more slamming.

As you glance toward the door, there's the familiar cussing of Butcher. You can't help but heave a relieved breath. At least it wasn't a supe.

It's stupid of you, really, but you approach. Tentative. Anxious.

You say nothing when he meets eyes with you.

"What're you still doin' 'ere? It's late." His voice is almost a growl.

"I know. Wasn't paying attention."

He shoots you a look. "See? That's a problem, luv. You're distracted." He seems to get more angry as he thinks about it.

Before he can say anything else, his phone is going off and he glances down to read a message.

Rage overtakes him again. You think he's going to toss his phone at the wall, but he pockets it and slams a file folder on the desk beside him.

He runs his hands down his face.

You step closer, wanting to fix it; you're always wanting to fix it.

"This ain't somethin' you can fix, dutches," he mutters quietly, instantly reading you.

"Let me try."

He's about to say something, but instead he shakes his head, his boots sounding as he closes the distance between you.

And then he's kissing you so suddenly, you can't help but gasp. Moments - mere moments and you're catching up, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hoists you in his arms.

The kissing turns into you pawing at each other on the couch, to you grinding against his thigh only to feel his phone there, the thing vibrating with a text again and you startling. Butcher lets out a, "don't go givin' me ideas" when he hears you moan.

And before you know it, you're on your knees before his widespread legs, his cock out, his big hand stroking it. He makes you beg before he lets you put your mouth on him.

"Mmm, 'at's a good girl, takin' all of me."

Fingers wrap in your hair, he pulls any time you deepthroat him. You're wet from this, soaking your panties - hoping he'll treat you to some part of him after this; his hands, his mouth, his fingers - you'd thank him for any.

The anger sheds from him; turns into need. You do a good job of distracting him from whatever it was.

Butcher isn't loud, but he lets you know what he likes. He's grabby; touching you anywhere he can. And he's chatty - the filthy things coming from his mouth make you heated.

One hand pumping his cock as you suck him off, your other hand trails between your legs. You're clothed so it's not providing any real relief on your clit, but it feels good.

When Butcher sees, he's taunting you. "Ohh such a sneaky thing you are. Those dainty fingers ain't got half the tricks I do. You thinkin' about them? Thinking of my meaty fucking hand cupped around your pretty fucking cunt?"

Another deep throat. He yanks your hair as you stroke his balls.

You linger there, down on his cock, tongue pressing against the underside of him, his vein pulsing, your hand gentle on his balls. As you come up for one more go, he's forcing you back down and you're almost choking. He cums without warning and you do your best to swallow him down.

Moments pass. He's got you sprawled across the desk in seconds.

When he undresses you, you're arching toward him, eager to kiss him again, but he's biting his way down your body, marking up your thighs in his travel to your center.

He's pocketed your panties. He would.

You're about to comment when his mouth finds your clit and he's sucking. You cry out, surprised when a finger plays with your wetness, slips inside of you, arches just right. You're saying his name like a hymn and he hasn't done anything yet, not really.

You want to ask for more, but he's way ahead of you: inserting another finger, working up the speed. You're blissed out already. He matches the pace with his mouth.

The groans he lets out shoot vibrations right through you and you're embarrassed at how fast you cum for him.

He keeps up pace, doesn't falter a second.

When you hear a, "fuuuuck you're fun," you're tempted to offer all of you to him - but he's way ahead of you.

You hear his pants hit the floor, feel his mouth leaving you.

"What say you, we have a bit of a go then?"

You pant out a, "please" and he's slipping his fingers out of you.

You pull him close before he's expecting it, kiss him harshly. Billy tries to push you back down, but you put up a fight, shoving his arms away so you can keep kissing him.

He lets out a growl when you bite his neck in the scuffle.

Of course, he ultimately wins and pins you against the desk. He wastes no time angling your hips and lining himself up with your entrance. A few strokes of his cock against your wetness and he's pushing inside of you.

He pauses until you're comfortable but that's the only kindness he gives you. His pace is unrelenting; you can feel his desperation. It doesn't stop his fingers from pressing against your clit and making you cum again.

"'At's right, cum on my cock, love. So good how you squeeze me."

He chokes you and you realize you like it. The feel of his big hand on your throat, holding you in a way that's between care and desperation. He knows what he's doing - knows just when to let go; like he's testing you.

You have no control. He's completely consuming you. It's freeing, almost.

Another orgasm later and you're pretty sure you're seeing stars. When he demands another, you tell him you can't; you've never.

"You will," he growls.

And he's right.

You cum again. He's so overwhelmed by the feel of you, he almost spills inside. A drop of cum plops on the floor before he's stroking himself over you, painting your belly with his cum.

It's filthy and arousing all at once.

You want more of him.

And he can read it all over your face.

"Ah, such a pretty fuckin sight you are; all painted up for me. Fucking gorgeous."

You almost assume he'll leave you like this, but as you lie there catching your breath, you feel a cloth wiping softly against your skin.

Hm. Billy and aftercare. Who knew?

"Come home with me, love?" It's quiet, the deep rumble of his voice.

And you're so damn eager to say yes but you catch your breath, nod up at him, feel the intimacy of this moment; feel raw and real for once in your time knowing Butcher.

You manage out, "Anything for you" and watch the emotion dance across his face.

[growing-yet-into-magic]

I think that playing "funeral" is an important part of child social development in the same way that playing "house" and "marriage" are, simply because it's a rite of passage that you will be expected to participate in either directly or indirectly, but I also remember that instead of burying my dead fish in the backyard little!me decided to host an ancient Egyptian opening of the mouth ceremony for my betta using a flosser as a scepter and wrapping the poor guy in toilet paper. So. Mileage per child may vary I suppose

[ex0rin]

Butcher's hands on Hughie | The Boys S02E06

[mspaint-flower]

culd u do butcher vanity

🥩

[entnoot]

𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦

[smilingcrittersthingig]

Hey guys check out my Picky Butcher Vanity animation

tw: blood

It’s uh, not the greatest, I’ve only had experience with tweening, not much for animating frame by frame

But I think this was a good attempt

Anyways do enjoy, i’ll take my much needed rest for the meantime

I forgot to add credits

Original Butcher Vanity Song

My big inspiration of this vid

[rosie-dear-rosie]

Literally can’t stop thinking about about how Butcher’s going to handle it when he returns to the boys and finds out what happened to Hughie (both in terms of Tek-Knight and his dad) and how fucking devastated he’ll be that he wasn’t there to help, to protect his canary. After dealing with the powerless feeling of seeing his wife assaulted by a supe for years then to have it happen again to Hughie, someone he’s always felt obligated to protect. Blaming himself, thinking about how Hughie wouldn’t be in this mess, wouldn’t have had to euthanize his own father, if Butcher hadn’t dragged him into this in the first place.

Meanwhile Hughie couldn’t care less about what Butcher could or couldn’t have done. All he cares about is the fact that Butcher is with him now.