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mind-empty-just-fictional-people · 6 months

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I Guess So

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summary: butcher is furious when he learns you’re a supe.

pairing: billy butcher x female supe!reader

rating: R for language

word count: 4.3k

warnings: language, butcher being a complete asshole, cancer

timeline: set in an au after season 3 — in a world where becca doesn’t exist and butcher got into supe-hunting when his sister went missing.

author’s note: when i reference the flash/barry allen i’m picturing grant gustin, not ezra miller lol

It was a quiet day in the office. Everyone was going through the several boxes of information on Vought that they had gathered at the last hospital they investigated.

“Jack pot!” Hughie exclaimed.

“What’d you find?” MM asked from across the room, head still down as he stayed focused on the box he was working on.

“There’s tons of names here of babies Vought dosed,” Hughie said. “And pictures of them now, looks like they were keeping tabs on the ones that didn’t go great.”

“Makes sense,” MM replied. “If one went off the rails they’d wanna know.”

“But why risk it?” Annie wondered out loud. “Why would Vought want these Compound V babies out there if they didn’t respond well to the serum?”

“Yeah, knowing Vought it’d make more sense to round ‘em up and put ‘em down,” Frenchie said.

“Wait, what the fuck?” Hughie’s eyes widened a little as his brows furrowed. “Uh, Y/n? Do you have a twin?”

“No, why?” you asked half-heartedly, buried deep in the box you were looking through. You had found some info on Temp-V and were hoping there was something in there that could help Butcher.

You were confused as to why Hughie hadn’t answered you so you looked up from your desk. Hughie was now standing at Annie’s desk as she read over the papers he’d just handed her. Frenchie and Kimiko looked up from their desks but didn’t bother going to see what all the fuss was about.

“Uh, MM,” Annie called him over. When he saw what Annie and Hughie were so freaked out over, his eyes widened.

“Holy fucking shit,” MM mumbled before he glanced at you. Annie tapped his arm a little and pointed at something written near the bottom of the page.

“What’s wrong you guys?” you asked, even though you had an idea about what they could be looking at.

You thanked your lucky stars Butcher had left to get lunch for the team, even though you knew you’d have to confront him about it at some point. It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t mean to keep it from him! But you were putty in his fucking hands and when he said he didn’t like Supe’s you weren’t gonna tell him what you had coursing though your veins. And after the ‘I love you’s had been said it seemed too late.

“Anything you wanna tell us, Y/n?” MM asked.

“Please don’t tell Butcher,” you said.

“‘Don’t tell Butcher’? Seriously, Y/n? You’re sure that’s what you wanna say?” Annie asked, silently begging you to just come clean.

“Don’t tell me what?” Butcher stepped into the office and you stood up quickly. “What’re you guys all looking at?”

He put down the food and took a few steps closer to where MM, Hughie, and Annie were. Before MM could move the papers around and help you keep your secret a little longer, Butcher grabbed what he was holding and started reading. By the time he finished, angered tears were forming in his eyes before he looked at you.

“You’re a fucking Supe?” Butcher asked you through gritted teeth. You stayed silent, completely frozen as he stormed over to you, papers still in his hand. “Fucking answer me!”

“Y-Yes,” you said quietly, unable to look him in the eyes as he towered over you. (He wasn’t that much taller than you, but right now you felt about two feet tall and didn’t dare look up at him.)

“What’s this mean?” He pointed to a note at the bottom of the pages. “‘Full power unknown’? ‘Extremely dangerous’?” he read. “What the fuck are your powers, Y/n?”

“Billy, please-”

“Oh, no, no, no! Don’t fucking dare Billy me! Answer the goddamn question!”

“I can sometimes run really fast,” you mumbled

“The fuck you mean, ‘sometimes’?”

“The Compound V in my system randomly acts up and I can run like the Flash. It’s always temporary, never lasts longer than a day or two.” (You could’ve used A-Train as an example instead of Barry Allen, but given your audience you made the right call.)

Butcher looked at you and for a second you thought he might just pull you into a hug as tears slipped down your cheeks as well as his.

“Fuck you,” he spat. “How dare you fucking lie to me, about this of all fucking things!”

“I-I’m sorry-”

“Sorry don’t fuckin’ cut it, love,” he said, teeth clenching again.

“Please, Billy I love you so fucking much!” You tried taking his hand in yours.

“No!” He pulled his hand back. “You fucking lied to me.”

“I had to! You said you hated Supe’s and I didn’t want you hating me!”

“Good job with that,” he scoffed, hurt flashing over your features. “Fuck you.”

He turned away from you before leaving the office, ignoring the others as they asked him where he was going.

MM was the first to talk to you about the whole ordeal; he went to your apartment that night to see how you were doing.

“Hey,” you said as you opened the door. He pulled you into a quick but tight hug.

“You could’ve told me, you know,” he whispered before pulling back to look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry about Butcher, has he talked to you since?”

“No,” you shook your head, “but he, uh, I think he’s done with me.”

“I’m sure he just needs time,” he tried to assure you as you both walked to the couch before sitting down.

“He came by and got all his stuff, MM,” you said. “It must’ve been right after he stormed out of the office because when I got home all his shit was gone and the key I gave him was on the nightstand.”

“Fuck,” MM mumbled. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“It’s my own fault, I should’ve fuckin’ told him.”

“Yeah, but he’s always saying shit about Supe’s,” he countered. “He has to understand why you wouldn’t tell him.”

“But I’m not even technically a real Supe! When I’m not fast all I get is the bad side effects of Compound V—headaches, nausea, blurred vision—it fucking sucks!”

“I gotta ask, did Butcher really never notice?”

“He did, I just never told him the real reason. He was worried about my headaches and even asked me to see a doctor. I told him I did and they said it was nothing serious. I think that’s why he’s so mad at me; it’s not the Compound V, it’s the fact I’ve lied to him so fucking much.”

“I think he’s gonna get over it,” MM said. “I think he’s gonna realize how fucking miserable he is without you and just how happy you make him.”

You scoffed a little, “Don’t give me false hope.”

“I’m serious! You didn’t know pre-you Butcher! He was a complete asshole! Now? He’s… Well, he’s still an asshole but he’s not as annoying as he used to be.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.” He nodded. “I remember when I first caught on that he liked you; he’d try not to raise his voice, he’d make room for you to sit next to him on the couch, so many little things about him changed whenever you walked into the motherfuckin’ room.”

“He wasn’t like that before?” You smiled, feeling those familiar butterflies over the thought of Billy fucking Butcher having a crush on you.

“Never!” MM assured you. “You need to give him time and space right now, but I know he still loves you.”

The next morning you went to work, not knowing what else to really do. If Butcher didn’t want to see you, he didn’t have to come in.

When you got there and saw him at his desk (which was now moved a few feet further from your own) you knew you made a mistake.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Butcher asked.

“She’s part of the team,” Hughie said.

“Come off it! She fucking lied to all of us! She’s a fucking Supe!”

“And we get why she lied!” Annie came to your defense.

“A Supe defending another Supe, what else is new?” he grumbled.

“Butcher,” Hughie warned.

“Alright, let’s take a fuckin’ vote, how about?” Butcher suggested.

“Sure,” MM said. “All those in favor of Y/n staying on the team?” He raised his hand as Hughie, Annie, Frenchie, and Kimiko did the same.

“Five against one,” Frenchie commented.

“Supe’s don’t get a fucking vote,” Butcher said.

“Still three against one,” MM replied. “She’s staying on the team.”

“Butcher-” you started but he cut you off.

“Stay the hell away from me,” Butcher told you. “Don’t you fucking talk to me or touch me or even fucking look at me!”

It was a couple days later and you were pouring yourself a cup of coffee when Butcher walked up beside you, clearly wanting coffee as well. You decided you weren’t gonna move from where you stood in front of the little coffee station MM had set up a few months ago. If you stood your ground, Butcher would either have to ask you to move or push you out of the way.

He was getting impatient as you stayed and took a sip of your fresh cup of coffee. You let out a content sigh hoping it would further aggravate him and cause him to say something, anything to you—he’d managed to successfully give you the silent treatment since his angry voting speech.

“Get the fuck outta the way,” he said and you took a step to the side before he instantly went to pour himself a cup.

You were about to gloat a little but when you looked at his face you could tell he hadn’t slept the night before.

“How’d you sleep last night?” you asked, genuinely concerned as you furrowed your brows and turned to look at him more intently.

“Fuckin’ great, I didn’t have a Supe sleepin’ next to me,” he countered. “And don’t fuckin’ talk to me, if it was up to me you woudln’t still fuckin’ be here.”

“So you’d really be okay with me just getting the hell outta here? Never seeing me again?” you asked.

“Drop fuckin’ dead for all I care!” He shrugged a little and took a sip of his coffee before he finally turned to look at you.

“Huh.” You nodded, tears quickly flooding your eyes. “You know what,” you shook your head a little, “fuck you, Butcher.”

“What, now you bruise easy?”

“I have put up with so much shit from you. I have stayed with you through it all and I have proved to you time and fucking time again that I genuinely love and care about you. But this one thing you can’t let go? This one, stupid thing that was given to me without my fucking consent?”

“You lied to me, Y/n!”

“You’ve lied to me, too! You looked me in the eyes and said you weren’t gonna take Temp V then you fucking took it! And what did I do? I stayed up with you all fucking night as you hurled green shit into the toilet! Then you promised you wouldn’t take it again, but you did. And I was angry, but I loved you and I realized you were just doing what you thought was right so again I stayed with you as you puked. I even fucking kissed you after you barely rinsed your mouth out because I just wanted you to know I loved you!” You continued looking at him as his angered expression slowly softened. “And after you learned about the cancer?

“After you made me swear to just ignore it and act like you didn’t have a year to live? I stopped worrying about it in front of you. Instead I lost countless nights of sleep because I’ve been pouring through every bit of research Vought has on Temp V. I even managed to get files that only existed in physical copies kept at Vought Tower. I would’ve done anything for you Butcher because I thought you loved me too.

“The fact you can’t see why I felt I had to lie to you about the shit I’ve got pumping through my veins is ridiculous. And just so we’re clear—you can hate me all you want, but you better start acting fucking professional when we’re on the clock because I’m not going anywhere.”

“Did you have that whole speech planned just to try and get me to fold?” he asked, scoffing a little.

“Fuck you,” you said before brushing past him.

It had been nearly two weeks since Butcher and the others found out you were (kind of) a Supe. Everyone except Butcher had gotten over it by now and had even been asking you questions about your “powers”.

Hughie had asked you; “Can you tell when you’re able to run fast? Or is it you’ll be jogging and suddenly you’re miles away from where you meant to be?”

To which you had replied; “No, I can tell when I’m able to run fast; but I can’t predict when it’s gonna happen, you know? Like I have no control over it, I just sometimes know that if I were to try, I’d be able to go super fast.”

Kimko had asked you; “On the days you don’t have your powers, do you ever wish you did? Or are you relieved when you wake up and realize you don’t have them for right now?” (She had texted you while you were seated across from her.)

You had said aloud; “It tends to hurt on the days my powers don’t work. I get really bad headaches and sometimes they’re so bad that I actually puke. I’m happier on the days I can run, not because I’m fast, but simply because I don't have all the bad side effects.”

Butcher managed to ignore you since the coffee incident. He only ever spoke to you about work and never saw you outside the office. Not that you’d admit it, but you missed him like crazy. You hated sleeping without him, you hated waking up and only cooking breakfast for yourself, and you absolutely hated not being able to talk to him about all the random shit you two used to talk about.

He missed you too, though he never showed it. He was losing sleep over how he was treating you, but he figured you wouldn’t want him now. You both knew he only had a little over six months left (nine at most) and he wasn’t gonna go crawling back to you just to die. If he did, you would’ve welcomed him with open arms; wanting nothing more than to hold him while he ignored the inevitable.

“Everyone knows the plan?” Butcher asked the group, looking into the back of the truck from the passenger seat. “In and out, no fucking around and finding out what happens when we mess with this guy?”

You and the others beside you (Annie, Kimiko, Frenchie, and MM) nodded.

“I’ll keep the engine running,” Hughie said. “Once we see this guy leave you’ve all got twenty minutes until he’s back—but leave time for getting in and out, so safeside ten minutes.”

“Any questions? We all know what we’re looking for?” Butcher asked, earning nothing but nods. You raised your hand a little and he sighed with (what seemed like) annoyance; “What?” he asked.

“Uhm, not a question, more like a comment, my uhm, my powers just…turned on?” you told Butcher, and therefore the others in the car. “So just…”

“That’s actually great,” Hughie said. “Thank you for sharing, Y/n.”

“Whatever,” Butcher mumbled.

Another few minutes went by before the Supe left his house and you all broke in.

As everyone looked for what they came for (a file stolen from the office that detailed all the crimes this particular Supe had done with proof that would land him in prison) you noticed something strange in the corner of the living room.

“Is that a camera?” you exclaimed.

Before anyone could answer several shots rang loud through the house. Using your powers, you looked and quickly realized three bullets were headed directly for the back of Butcher’s head. He was looking under a desk on the other side of the room and if you didn’t hurry, he’d be dead in less than a second.

You ran and got between the bullets and Butcher; crouching down and letting them hit you square in the back.

“What the fuck!” the man holding the gun exclaimed. Before he could take another shot, Kimko tackled him and held him down.

Butcher looked at you, his eyes wide as you both realized what you’d just done. You looked down at your chest, fully expecting to be gushing blood.

“You’re fucking bulletproof?” Butcher asked, a sense of awe in his tone.

“I guess so.” You furrowed your brows a little, still looking down and not really believing you weren’t dying. As you stood up, the bullets fell off your back and onto the floor. “Wow,” you muttered, “I’m fuckin’ bulletproof.”

“You…” Butcher looked at you as he stood up as well. He put a hand on your shoulder, turning you so he could look at your back—three small holes in your jacket and shirt, but your skin unfazed. “You just…You were ready to die for me?” He turned you back and looked down into your eyes, keeping his hand on your shoulder.

“Well, I wasn’t about to let you die,” you mumbled, looking up at him. You then looked at his hand and smiled a little before looking back at him. You were prepared to make a snide remark about how he was suddenly willing to touch you, but you kept your mouth shut when you saw his eyes brimming with tears.

He wrapped one arm around your shoulders while the other went around your torso. It actually took you a moment to realize he was in fact hugging you but when you did, you put your arms around him too; one going around his shoulders, the other around his torso.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, closing his eyes to keep the tears from falling. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

“I forgive you,” you mumbled, reveling in the feeling of him holding you. You sensed he was about to pull away so you tightened your grip, not ready to let him go just yet, which caused him to do the same.

“I hate to break up this long-overdue hug,” MM said, “but I found the folder, we should take this guy in.”

“We’ll meet you in the truck,” Butcher replied, not opening his eyes or moving a muscle. “Cuff him.”

When everyone was out of the room, you whispered; “I really do forgive you, Butcher.”

“Thank you,” he replied, matching your tone. “Still can’t fuckin’ believe you risked your life for a guy who’s got about six months to live.”

That night you went to Butcher’s apartment and when he opened the door, he seemed surprised; “What’re you doing here?” he asked, letting you walk in.

“A couple months ago, I broke into the labs at Vought Tower and stole a shit ton of files they had on Temp V. I got the name of one of the doctors that helped make it, and I found his address. I was ready to threaten him to get him to find a cure for the Temp V side effects but when I explained my situation he said he’d help me willingly. He said he was actually already working on a cure without Vought knowing, because he felt insanely guilty about the fact Temp V kills people. He succeeded. He found a cure and he’s used it to make a new form of Temp V that gives you powers for a day while healing you and at the end of it, you should be back to your old self.”

“Wait, what?” Butcher furrowed his brows. “Why didn’t you tell me weeks ago you’ve been working with this guy?’

“One, I didn’t want to get your hopes up. Two, you told me to pretend you weren’t sick so we could enjoy the time we had left together. And three, he needed my blood for the new Temp V. Turns out I’m like the Ultimate Temp V Supe, and with my blood he was able to make the new serum. Also, I just came from his house, he perfected the new serum last night and texted me this morning. I was gonna come here tonight whether or not you wanted me near you, and I told the doctor if I didn’t meet up with him by the end of the week he should contact Hughie Campbell at Supe Affairs. I figured if something happened to me, Hughie would make sure you got the cure.”

“So…there really is a cure?”

You reached into your jacket pocket and took out the small bag containing a couple vials of the new Temp V and two empty syringes.

“It’ll either kill you quicker or you’ll be cancer free tomorrow,” you told him, handing over the bag before he looked inside. “You don’t have to risk it, but I wouldn’t be giving it to you if I didn’t one-hundred-percent believe it’s safe. If you don’t trust me, I understand and we can pretend-”

“Of course I trust you,” he cut you off. “And of course I wanna be fuckin’ cured, but this seems almost too good to be true?”

“I know.” You smiled. “The doctor tested it on himself and showed me the proof—he’s taken five doses over the last two weeks and he’s healthier than ever.”

“How long did he have powers?”

“Twenty-four-hours,” you said. “But he had the same side effects as the first Temp V; puking, headaches, all that shit. But, after everything, he was fine—no long term or deadly side effects.”

“If I take this…will you please stay with me while it lasts?” he asked quietly, not wanting to go through it all alone.

“I was planning to, whether you wanted me here or not,” you admitted.

“Thank you.”

You both sat down on the couch and you watched as Butcher took the serum, his eyes lighting up the same way they did before. He tossed the used syringe on the end table next to the couch and leaned back, allowing the serum to do its job and he could almost feel his strength come back.

“How’s it feel?” you asked.

“Fuckin’ hurts,” he said, “but I’m okay. It’s better than wastin’ away.”

“You can say that again,” you mumbled. “Can I scoot closer to you?” you asked, not wanting to be close unless he wanted you to be.

“Please,” he said and moved his arm to the back of the couch as you moved to sit right beside him.

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered, not really enjoying how quiet things had gotten.

“I’ve missed you, too,” he admitted. “I’m a fuckin’ idiot for how I acted, and you have every right to hate me, but thank you for not leaving when I told you to. Thank you for not walking out of my life for good.”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Hm?”

“The only reason I didn’t leave was because I needed to know where you were when I got my hands on the cure. Once I knew you were healthy, I had planned to leave like you asked.”

He moved his arm from the couch and instead rested it on your shoulders; “Are you still planning to leave?”

“Only if you don’t ask me to stay,” you said honestly. “If you want to go back to the way things were a month ago, I’ll happily stay. But if you’re still freaked out about the fact I’m a Supe, I won’t bother you again once I know you’re okay.”

“Please stay,” he said. “I’m sorry about the shit I’ve said and done the past three weeks, but please stay.”

“Stay working at the bureau? Or stay…with you?”

“You can’t quit the bureau, you’re the smartest fuckin’ person there,” he said, making you laugh a little.

“I dunno, Hughie’s pretty smart too,” you teased.

There was another silent pause as Butcher thought of what to say. He couldn’t just ask you to take him back, that didn’t seem fair. He couldn’t just say he’d take you back, because that was even worse. He knew he fucked up big time, and any future the two of you had was entirely up to you at this point.

“Do you want to go back to the way things were?” you asked him quietly.

“I really, really do,” he whispered. “But I was too much of an asshole to deserve another chance with you.”

“After everything we’ve been through together, I’d rather just let all the shit we’ve done be water under the bridge, if that’s okay with you. Just let the lies we’ve both told slide and try to be more honest with each other from now on. Personally, I’ve got nothing else to hide and I know there’s nothing you could say or do that would make me stop loving you.”

“You still love me?”

“Of course,” you said. “Do you…love me?”

“Never stopped,” he mumbled. “And I’d really like all the shit to be water under the bridge too if you’re really willing to forgive me for everything.”

“So it’s settled then; all the stupid, fucked up things we’ve both done up until this point are forgiven and we can go back to normal?”

“I love you so much,” he said, smiling a little as he turned and kissed your temple.

“I love you too,” you replied.

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enchantedflameandflower · 1 year

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Idea… so maybe Y/N is laying in bed with billy, and she’s lazily jerking him off while whispering dirty things in his ear. He’s kinda laying on your chest, head nuzzled into your neck and he grunts and groans, his hips bucking up as sweat beads down his hairy chest. You both are so caught up in the moment you don’t hear the door open.. Hughie. Hughie is standing in shock and Billy covers himself up, ashamed at the idea that he was seen somewhat vulnerable. Maybe some goofy stuff afterwards with Frenchie finding out and Y/N teasing Billy about it too. 🤭🤭 Ignore this if it’s too much!! ❤️

I can’t believe this took me so long!!! 😭 Life is rough, man. But thank the gods we at least have Billy. Please let me know what you think ❤️

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“Fuck. I’m too bloody tired for this.” Butcher half-stumbled to the bathroom, flicking the harsh light on and glowering at his reflection in the mirror.

“Oh, you’re not…I mean…you did….great.” Hughie stuttered. “Uh, thanks by the way. Thanks for that,” he gestured aimlessly. “Thanks for helping.”

Butcher turned to glare at Hughie instead through the open doorway.

“Aye, well I didn’t think it through.” Butcher splashed some water on his face then unbuttoned his bloody shirt, revealing a gash carved into his side.

“Fuck,” he growled.

“Fuck,” Hughie echoed, his voice pale with the dismay of seeing the wound.

Billy tossed his ruined shirt to the floor, reaching for the gauze in the cabinet, his eyes somehow dark and burning fire at the same time. “Next time you ask for help, we’re doin’ it my way, ya got that?”

“Got it,” Hughie muttered.

When Billy finished patching his side up, he flicked the light off, ignoring his shirt on the bathroom floor and stalking past Hughie without a second look. “I’m goin’ to bed.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? You - you might have a concussion. Or something”

Billy scowled. “I’m fine. You can check on me in the mornin’ to make sure I’m still alive.”

“Fine, fine,” Hughie sighed, but he didn't dare get in Butcher’s way.

…

It was late, or actually early - very early, when you got back to the safe house. Butcher was sleeping in the bed in his room - the one you’d been sharing on and off for a couple months now - but his brow was furrowed and you could tell he wasn’t sleeping peacefully. For a moment you couldn’t help yourself, and you stood quietly, watching him. You’d missed him more than you thought you would while you’d been away. All you wanted now was to be wrapped up in his arms and let the entire world fade away.

Carefully, you perched on the very edge of the bed, reaching out to touch his arm, hoping it was soft enough not to startle him. He shifted when your fingertips brushed his skin but he must have sensed you weren’t an enemy and he let himself wake up slowly.

Hey,” you murmured in the darkness.

As he moved again, turning toward you, the blankets slid down his chest and you noticed the gauze just under his rib cage on his side.

“You’re home,” he rumbled suddenly, gingerly trying to sit up then wincing. Your eyes flicked back to the bandage on his side.

“What happened?”

“You didn’t call. Been two weeks.”

You huffed and laughed softly, edging closer on the bed next to him. “You told me not to. You said it wasn’t safe.”

“Since when do ya listen to me.”

You rolled your eyes but you really did miss him, grumpiness and all. “I always listen…” you teased him and he grunted in reply.

For a moment he gazed at you and you could tell he must still be in pain but then he reached up to tug on your hair. “C’mere,” he rumbled, tangling his hand in the strands and pulling gently.

You hummed softly and obeyed, gingerly climbing over the top of him to your side of the bed and sliding down next to him.

“Miss me?” You whispered with a little half smile after a few minutes.

His reply was just another simple grunt but it was enough for you.

You leaned forward to kiss him, letting your lips brush teasingly over his before he slid his fingers deeper into your hair and captured your mouth completely. After all you’d been through together, you two had finally been seeing each other for a while now but with the time you’d been away, combined with the fact it was still fairly new, his touch made your stomach flutter and flip flop with sparkling anticipation.

When you slid your hand over his waist though he flinched and you remembered his injury. “Oh I’m sorry,” you breathed, pulling back from his kiss. “What really happened, are you okay?”

Butcher groaned, shifting to lay back against the pillows in a more comfortable position. “Hughie took me to track down some supe. Swore up and down it’d be a piece of cake, made me pinky swear to go easy, and then it all just went pear-shaped. Had to save him again.” Billy added grumpily.

You couldn’t help the quirk of your lips. “That sounds absolutely horrible,” you said in agreement, trying to hide a grin.

“It were,” he huffed.

“Maybe I can make it up to you, make you feel better?” You asked, letting your hand slip over his flat stomach underneath the blanket.

“Well, aye, that’s probably the only thing that would help,” he agreed, a mischievous twinkle coming to his eyes.

It only took you a second to find the start to the dark trail of hair below his belly button. He rumbled as your hand kept going, until your fingers brushed his rapidly swelling length.

“Like this?” You asked, watching his face as his eyes closed and he focused on what you were doing to him.

“Aye,” he breathed.

A moan almost slipped out of your own mouth when you wrapped your fingers fully around his thick cock. His skin was hot and he felt so good and, fuck, you wanted him too but you needed to do this for him.

He groaned when you began to move your hand and as you reached the tip he bucked helplessly into your palm. The blanket slipped down his muscled thighs when he moved and he tugged on the soft material pulling it away from his body completely.

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him, hot and hard and wanting you, making a soft little sound of need escape your throat.

“Sweethear’…” he rumbled, in that gravelly, husky voice. Reaching up he twisted his fingers in your hair, pulling your mouth to his again.

He kissed you like he needed to suck the air from your lungs to survive and it set your entire being on fire. His cock seemed to swell even more and you moaned into his kiss. You continued to stroke him lazily, all the way from the base to the head, rubbing your thumb across the tip as precum started to bead there.

You pulled back to watch and he groaned harshly, the sound of it going straight to your center. The dark room was warm and sweat started to form on his temples. One drop rolled down his neck to his chest and you lifted your other hand to rub your palm over the curly dark hair there. He groaned again, turning toward you to bury his face in the curve of your throat, nuzzling hotly, his fingers still tangled in your hair. “Your cock feels so good, Billy,” you whispered against the shell of his ear, making him moan again.

Just as you were starting to unbutton your shirt with the other hand, the door to the bedroom swung open with a bang and suddenly Hughie was standing right there staring at the two of you with wide, shocked eyes and his mouth hanging open.

“Oh fuck! I’m so - fuck - sorry… I thought - it sounded - fuck - sorry…”

You froze, completely unsure of what to do, your fingers still wrapped around Billy’s cock, but you had to let go as he surged up from his supine position. He grabbed all the blankets in one fist to cover his lap and you were glad you weren’t already naked yourself or you’d be fully on display for Hughie now.

“Hughie, I fuckin’ told ya you could check on me in the morning! What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?!” Butcher roared.

Hughie screwed his eyes shut and you almost had to laugh at the varied shades of horror written across his expression but you held it in.

“I didn’t know! I thought - you were hurt. I heard -“

“Just get the fuck out son and leave me be! I’m tryin’ to recover here,” Billy growled, his face flushed with fury.

“Sorry, sorry, okay, sorry” Hughie started backing toward the door then finally turned and bolted out into the main room, slamming it closed behind him.

“Fuckin’ twat,” Billy growled. You held your tongue as you climbed off the bed to lock the door.

“The kid can’t even let me have a shag in peace after nearly gettin’ me killed.”

He was really in a mood now and you had to bite your lip to keep from teasing him. He must hate to have one of the boys see him in such a vulnerable moment but you couldn’t help the swell of affection it made you feel for him.

You were worried about calming him down but when you turned back from the now locked door, his gaze was hot on you despite the scowl that was still on his face. Your shirt was half unbuttoned, slipping down your shoulder and there was nothing underneath. You were sure he could see the bare curve of your breast as his gaze lingered there. Maybe that could help turn the night back around again. As you took another step toward him, you tugged at the rest of your buttons and let your shirt fall to the floor.

It seemed to work.

His gaze was hot enough to burn straight through you and you saw him swallow thickly. “Let’s quit fuckin’ about now,” he finally said. He was frowning but his voice was gruff from need, even more so than before. He tossed the blankets away with a flick of his wrist. “Take the rest o’ your kit off, love, and come sit on my cock,” he husked. “Playtime is over.”

You felt the immediate, undeniable rush of heat and wetness as your body desperately prepared itself for him. “Aye, aye Captain,” you teased, but still your voice was noticeably breathless.

His eyes were glued to your form as you shimmied out of your jeans. He laid back on the bed as you climbed over him, carefully straddling his hips.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he husked, his hands going to your hips, his gaze travelling over you, all the way up and back down. “Take me in, love.”

You bit your lower lip as your body throbbed in response and you guided his cock to your entrance. Slowly, you sunk down on him, relaxing your muscles as he stretched you open, taking him as deep as you could.

As soon as you started to move, he slid his hands up from your hips, and cupped and squeezed your breasts roughly, pinching your tight nipples and tugging.

The bite made pleasure surge through you and you clenched around his cock, almost coming from his subsequent growl, but you held back somehow, letting the heat grow more between you first.

He shifted like he was going to sit up but you held him down again, your palms against his broad shoulders to keep himself from making his injury worse and he growled in reply, his eyes flashing with passion and heated challenge.

Snaking his hand down your stomach, his fingers found your clit with practiced ease. And he knew exactly what it did to you. He knew it made you wild for him. You bounced on his cock, a little bit harder, a little faster, taking him as deep as you could, release just within reach. “Please Billy,” you whimpered, almost beyond words. “Oh…”

He thrust his hips up, and the perfect angle along with the perfect touch of his fingers made your climax come on fast and hard. You cried out as your body shuddered and squeezed around him. His hands went back to your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin as his own climax started to overtake him and he gave a low groan as he held your hips to his.

His gaze was so focused on you as he came, so full of passion and wonder and heat and genuine caring… It felt like your heart could burst.

The pleasure was nearly overwhelming and after a few moments you collapsed against his chest, his strong arms coming tight around you. Nothing had ever felt this good.

You couldn’t imagine anything in your life ever going right, but, fuck, you knew then you would fight like hell to hold on to this man.

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The next morning was blissfully calm and quiet and you sighed contentedly as you checked Billy’s bandage and found the wound healing well. Everything was perfect. Until Billy offered to make you coffee and bagels just before Frenchie emerged from his own room.

“Eh, Monsieur Charcutier…need a hand?”

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Bad Idea Right?

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*inspired by the song ‘Bad Idea Right?’ by Olivia Rodrigo.

*Language, smut, violence, breakup, alcohol consumption* Billy Butcher x reader

It’s been a few months since you left the boys. The direction Butcher was leading the group was a surefire plan to get you all killed and you wanted nothing to do with it. Convincing Butcher to take a moment to mull plans over instead of going in guns blazing was a tall order, one that ultimately made you decide that a relationship with him was not worth your life. You tried to convince the rest of the gang to leave but all that got you was a bunch of noes and a broken heart. Butcher, even with all his asshole ways, held your heart in his hand and it hurt to walk away from him. At least you have Annie keeping you company.

-Wyd 2nite?

Tearing your eyes away from the TV as you lounged on the dingy bed of your motel room Grace Mallory stashed you in, you typed out your response to Annie.

-nm, u?

-wanna meet up w Kimiko n go out?

-yass!

You and Annie meet up with Kimiko just outside of a nightclub. After you gather and exchange hugs, you go in and begin drinking and dancing to the heavy bass playing on the stereo. Multicolored lights flash all around you as you allow yourself to succumb to the party atmosphere. After the song ends, the three of you spot a booth off in the corner of the club and make your way there, stopping at the bar to refill your drinks. The three of you catch up. Annie was still in Vought Tower, Kimiko still working with Frenchie and The Boys. Kimiko gives a recount of how everyone else was doing in the group, including Butcher.

‘He really misses you.’ Kimiko signs. ‘We all really miss you. You should come back.’ You shake your head.

“No, I think it’s better for me to stay away. Butchers gonna get someone killed.” You could feel vibration coming from your phone in the pocket of your dress. Lifting it in front of your blurry eyes you blink a few times to clear them. You try to make out the name but it’s an unknown number, you declined the call.

“Besides, he probably hates me now.” Vibration came from your phone again. *Decline* Another call from the unknown number.

“He doesn’t hate you, y/n. I don’t think-” Annie begins to say but then you interject,

“I’m sorry, I gotta take this. This asshole keeps calling me.” Walking out of the club, you answer the call and before you can talk, you hear a gruff voice on the other line,

“Y/n?” You’d recognize that voice from anywhere. The last time you heard him speak was four months ago when you told him you were breaking up with him.

“Y/n, you there?”

“Butcher?”

“I need your help.”

“What happened?”

“I’m hurting real bad. I need you to come help me.”

“If you’re really that hurt-”

“Y/n, please.” You hear the desperation in his voice. He never begs for anything; he must be down bad. You let out an exasperated sigh and then *click*.

“Butcher? Billy?” You look at the phone screen and see that the call has ended. *ping* An address pops up on your phone. You sigh again. Tapping the edge of your phone on your forehead in frustration, you make your decision. You meet up with Annie and Kimiko and tell them that you’ll catch up with them later, you’ve got something you have to deal with. Rather, someone. But you didn’t dare tell them that.

Hailing a cab and telling the driver the address, you kept thinking this was not a good idea. From what you heard from the gang; Butcher did not take the breakup well. He broke things, drank more, and pushed everyone to their breaking point. MM had to leave the group to regain his sanity, only to return shortly after leaving. Kimiko recounted that Butcher was better when you were around. So why the hell was he calling you if you caused him so much pain? Watching the progression of your map marker reach its destination on Google Maps, your heart began to beat harder in your chest. The car stopped outside of a tall brick building. Tipping the cab driver you made your way in, texting Butcher and asking which level and unit he was in.

Trekking up the steps, heart pounding in your chest, the blurriness in your eyes from the booze now cleared, you made your way to his door. *knock, knock, knock* The door swung open, and across the threshold was Billy Butcher. Still the same handsome man you turned to putty for not too long ago. He stood before you shirtless, clad in green sweatpants. Your mouth went dry, and the screaming thoughts in your brain telling you to march right back down those steps ceased. The two of you just stood there, staring at each other.

“You uhh… gonna let me in or what?” Butcher blinks and then makes an opening for you to slip through. Hearing the soft click of the door shut behind you, you take in the emptiness of his studio apartment. The only furniture in the room was a pull-out bed with tangled sheets, coffee table covered in empty alcohol bottles and a box TV on a beat-up nightstand. You feel guilty for a moment as when the two of you were together, the apartment you lived in never got to this state.

“You said you were hurt?” You said as you turned around to face Butcher. He just stands there, holding a sweating beer bottle in his hand, eyes scanning you up and down. His eyes settle on your cleavage. You snap your fingers to get his attention. It works.

“What did you need help with?” Butcher explains that he needed to be patched up on his back. Turning him around you see that it’s scratches with some gravel lodged in the deeper lacerations. Most of the wounds were superficial, and none of them needed sutures.

“Jesus what did you do tonight, Butcher?”

“Got in a tussle. You gon help me or not?”

“Yeah, turn around.” As you begin cleaning the wounds on Butcher's back, your thoughts then return telling you that you should not be here and you should have gotten MM to clean his back up. After using a tweezer to pull out the small bits of gravel from his back, you grabbed a paper towel and doused it with hydrogen peroxide.

“This is gonna sting.” Before you got a reply out of him, Butcher hissed at the light dabbing you placed on his wounds with the paper towel. As he hissed, you saw the muscles in Butcher's back tense, reminding you of the times he had you on your back and was fucking up into you, head cradled in the crook of your neck, giving you a perfect view of his shoulders and back. You shake your head.

“Okay all done. Be more careful next time.” Throwing the used items in the trash bag and make your way to the bathroom to wash your hands in the bathroom sink. Splashing cold water on your face, makeup be damned, attempting to slow down the growing desire in your core. Walking out of the bathroom, you spot a Hawaiian shirt on the floor, torn and bloody. You look down to inspect it.

“Aw man, this was the shirt I gave you for your birthday. It’s fucked.” You see Butcher pouring two glasses of amber-colored liquor, and he offers you a glass.

“My favorite shirt.” He replies. You shake your head to decline the drink, but Butcher, being who he is, insists. Yanking the glass out of his hand and downing the amber liquid in one gulp, you set the glass down on the counter. You give him a brief goodbye and walk toward the door. Butcher grabs your wrist; you turn and see a silent plea in his eyes. Your brain screaming at you to fly down those steps and out of the building, your heart telling you to be in his arms again. He’s not good for you, he’ll get you killed.

Fuck it, it's fine. You pull Butcher down into a feverish kiss. His mouth met yours with as much passion. You both shuffle to the edge of the pull-out bed, and you push Butcher backward. He falls back easily, letting you take the lead. You go to remove your dress when Butcher places his hands on yours and assists you in pulling it over your head. Once the garment was removed, you straddle Butcher and continue kissing him with the same fiery passion as before, his hands roaming all over your exposed form. You sit up and rock your hips against his, generating some friction for your needy core. Locking eyes with him, you see that Butcher's hazel iris is now covered by his pupils, eyes entirely covered in black. After a few more hip gyrations, Butcher pulls you back down to kiss you. He poured everything into the kiss, tongues, and teeth clashing. You pull away from Butcher and help him lower his sweatpants. Once free, you grab ahold of his throbbing cock and pump it a few times then line it up to your core, rubbing the tip along your slit. Butcher moans. As you sank down on him, you feel your cunt stretch to take all of him in. Once at full hilt, you take a moment to pause to get used to feeling him inside you again. Butcher sat up and rubbed your cheek with his thumb, wiping a few tears you didn’t realize were falling.

“I’ve missed you luv.” Butcher said as he stared into your eyes. It was as if he was looking into your soul, searching for something. You leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss on his lips as you began moving yourself on his cock. Butcher groaned, wrapping one hand around the back of your head and wrapped the other around your waist. The two of you moved in sync, you grind your hips to meet his light thrusts, gasps and moans filling the apartment. You feel the coil in your belly begin to tighten, Butcher felt it too. He then flips the two of you over to where you’re lying on your back and he’s positioned above you, grabbing your legs to wrap around his waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as he began to quicken his pace.

“Billy, don’t’ stop… I’m close.” You pant. Butcher takes his right hand and begins to rub circles around your clit, which pushed you over the edge. Butcher follows shortly after, spilling his cum into you with a roar. The two of you lay on the bed, fighting to catch your breath. After a few moments, you get up from the bed to get dressed. Looking for your dress under the bed, Butcher reaches his hand out and gently places it on top of yours. You look up at him and he says,

“Stay with me.” The internal struggle was real at this moment. Your brain tells you to leave, that this man was no good, but you loved Butcher. In the end, your heart won the battle, and you climbed in next to Butcher, snuggling up next to his side. Butcher whispered sweet nothings into your ear, promising you all the things that he said he would do from now on, and that he loved you. Silence fell between you. Just before Butcher fell asleep, you said,

“You know, Annie was proud of me for getting out. She’s gonna be pissed to hear that we’re back together.” Butcher turns his head to look at you.

“What’re you gonna tell her?”

“Oh, I dunno… maybe that I tripped and fell into your bed.” the two of you chuckle before falling into a restful sleep.

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 2 years

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You Aren’t My Boyfriend - Billy Butcher

A/N: Hi all, sorry I’ve been away for a minute, October has been a busy month. I bring you my next Kinktober fic. Influenced by the song, Boyfriend by Ariana Grande & Social House.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Reader Word Count: 3.3k Synopsis: Billy has to teach the reader a lesson about who she belongs to.

Kinktober prompt(s): rough sex, marking, possessivness

You are a fucking brat.

Billy knows this about you. He knows what you do in large crowds, what you do when all the male attention is on you. He knows the way you flirt, the way you turn everyone’s favor towards you.

And he knows that while you are doing all of this, you keep your eyes locked on his.

The boys were currently gathering intel on Supes in a seedy bar just outside of city limits. The place was crowded, due to underground Supe fights that went on in the basement, $100 a ticket just to watch. Billy had chosen this place, footed the bill even, because if MM’s sources were correct, there was a person here who could help him get one step closer to bringing down Vaught.

But trying to focus on finding one face in the crowd was proving more and more difficult with you across the bar, drink in hand, a man practically drooling down your neck. You smirk the moment that Billy’s eyes land on yours. In one quick movement, you pull the bloke in closer and his lips land on your neck.

Billy grips his glass in hand tightly as you let out a little sigh and tilt your head back. When the man pulls away, Billy sees the hickey that is forming on your neck and the glass shatters in his hands.

A few heads turn to look at him, but he doesn’t give a fuck. Still looking at him, you smile and push away from the other man.

“Did your new friend tell you anything about our anonymous source?” he asks as you saunter over to him, slowly, making sure that he is watching every movement.

“We didn’t do much talking.”

“What the hell are we here for then?” he asks.

“Relax, boss, I just wanted to blend in,” you say, giving him another easy smile, the same one you had graced the asshole at the bar with. “I’ll start looking now.”

“You’ve got a little something,” he says, stepping closer to you to keep you from walking away. His chest barely an inch from yours, with a gentle thumb he brushes over the forming bruise on your neck. He fills with pride when he notices your breath has become shallow.

“Is it noticeable?” you ask softly.

“No, it’s just small.”

“Oh, good,” you say. You begin to move away from him, but as you move past him, he grabs your wrist, squeezing it just a little too tightly. Again, he hears your breath hitch.

“The ones I give you tonight,” he whispers, “Will be.”

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“Well, a bloody waste of time that was,” Billy grumbles as the boys all pile into the safe house. No one said anything in the car on the way home. After a good couple of hours at the bar, all you had to show was your hickey, Hughie’s black eye, and Billy’s terrible mood.

“We just got unlucky,” MM offers, trying to soothe the tension that was forming in the group. “We can try another night.”

“No, fuck it. Fuck your source,” Billy says with a roll of his eyes. He stalks down the stairs to the basement, to the bedroom he had chosen in the abandoned house.

The room is silent for a few moments after Billy leaves. Eventually, everyone makes their way to their respective rooms. Coincidentally, your bedroom is also down in the basement, which, as you walk down the stairs, you realize probably isn’t coincidence at all.

Billy’s door was shut - not that you would have gone knocking anyway. You go to your own room and shut the door. You start to peel off the skimpy dress you had worn to the bar. The once glittering number now reeks of stale beer and is sporting stains in a few places.

As the dress falls to your floor, you hear one strong knock from your door. Heart racing, you open the door to Billy, who’s towering over you in the doorframe.

“He--”

“What the hell are you doing?”

“What?” you ask, shaking your head.

“First you act like a slut at the bar, teasing me all night with that limp-dicked asshole, then you open the door to me in nothing but your skivvies, when you should have been the one pounding on my door, begging for forgiveness.”

“I have nothing to apologize for,” you say, looking up at him defiantly. Billy gave you a harsh smile. In one quick motion, he grips your cheeks in his hands, backing you up into your bedroom. The door shuts behind him with a hard click.

“You have nothing to apologize for?” he asks, his breath quick. “You let that fucker touch you, mark you, while I watched.”

“I’m allowed to do that,” you say, putting your hands over his, trying to pull them away. “You aren’t my boyfriend.”

You hiss in a breath as Billy moves towards you. His mouth is a breath away from yours. He stares into your eyes, but not lovingly. Billy is thoroughly, royally pissed, and he is about to show you just how much. A small, cruel smile works its way across his face. “You aren’t my girlfriend,” he agrees. Seconds tick by agonizingly slow, and when Billy finally does move, he turns your head as his beard scratches against the skin of your neck. His breath is hot and makes gooseflesh break out across your skin.

“You whore,” he murmurs, his lips only brushing your neck minimally. “This neck is mine, and you let someone else touch it,” he says, his thumb sliding down the column of your neck, squeezing just slightly. Your breath picks up. “Kiss it.” His lips close softly above your pounding pulse. “Mark it.” Sharply, his teeth sink into your flesh and he sucks hard. You moan his name as you fall into his arms.

One strong hand is squeezing your throat, not too harsh, but just enough to make your breath quicken, to awaken every part of your body to him. You grip Billy’s strong shoulders as his mouth trails down your neck inch by agonizing inch, leaving a trail of bruises of his own.

“This neck,” he says, the words tickling against your skin as he works his way back up, behind your ear, “Belongs to only me.”

“My neck belongs to me,” you try to say firmly, but when he nibbles on your ear lobe it’s a little hard to keep your voice steady.

“No love,” he says, standing to his full height as he looks down at you. You don’t have to glance in the mirror to know that your neck is red and covered with his marks, his claiming of you. “All of you, belongs to me.”

“If I agree, will you leave me alone?” you ask.

“Is that what you really want?” he asks dangerously low, stepping closer to you. When you don’t answer right away, he takes your chin and tilts you face to look into his smoldering eyes. “You know the word. Say it, and I walk out of here.”

“I know,” you say quietly.

“So, why don’t you agree, because it’s the truth? Because,” he says, his hand trailing down your chest to squeeze your breast roughly. You whimper and stumble a little bit towards him. “Because you want me to fuck and claim you so badly. I know why pulled that little stunt at the bar.”

“Maybe I liked him.” In a quick motion, Billy’s hand rips down one of your bra straps, exposing a breast. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinches your nipple. The pain is sharp but the breath that hisses out of you is more moan than anything else.

“What was that you just said, love?” Painfully slow, he pulls down your other bra strap so that you are bare in front of him. His thumb is still pinching your nipple and if they weren’t already, your panties are soaked.

“Maybe I—” He closes his mouth over yours, devouring the lie before you can say it. You wrap your arms around him, clawing at his shirt covered back. Billy groans into your mouth as you tug his shirt off of him. When you break away from him to pull it over his head, he snaps your bra off with a quick motion. At the present moment, you don’t care that it is probably broken.

“Get on the bed,” he commands. You open your mouth to argue, just for the sake of disobeying him, but he slaps your ass hard, stopping the words from coming out. “Be a good girl for once.”

You decided to obey him, but in your own way. You close the gap between the two of you, pressing your bare chest to his, rubbing up against his jeans and the hard-on that is threatening to break lose. Your hands go to his face to bring it to yours. You kiss him just as fiercely, your teeth biting on his lip as your fingers make their way up to his hair. You pull on it as you lead him back towards the bed. You fall back first and notice the gleam in his eyes as Billy watches your breasts bounce.

“Fucking hell,” he says.

He is on top of you in a moment, kissing you rougher still. He bites and pulls at your lips, your tongue, until your mouth is swollen and still begging for his touch. He trails back down your neck, leaving a few more bites, but his primary focus for now is your chest. With his hands gripping your hips harsh enough to leave bruises, he starts to mark every inch of your collarbone and chest before he even gets to your breasts.

He is straddling you and with his hands now on both of your breasts, kneading them as he looks into your eyes, listening to your moans, he is back to the Butcher you know. To the man in charge. It brings out something defiant in you.

“Have you satisfied your male need to take what isn’t yours?” you ask. Billy smiles wickedly at you.

“How many times do we have to go over this, darling?” he ask, bsending low until his lips are over yours, but not kissing. “You aren’t my girlfriend, but you aren’t going to see anybody else. This face?” he asked, gripping your cheeks with one hand tightly, leaving your breast lonely. “This face is mine. These tits?” he asks, flicking your nipples so that you let out another cry. “Mine. And this pussy.” His hand trails down your stomach until he has one hand pressing onto your wet panties hard. “All mine. I don’t care how many times I have to claim them, they will always belong to me. Do you understand?”

He slaps your face enough to make you jolt and bring your eyes to him, but nothing harsher. “Do you understand?” he asks again. “Be a good girl and say you do so I can get back to these incredible tits of yours.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl,” he says, rewarding you with another breathtaking kiss. When he pulls away, he brings his attention back to your breasts, which are practically heaving with each of your heavy breaths. He closes his mouth around one. You writhe underneath him as his lips move over every inch of your breast, nipping and sucking and leaving marks, too. Just when you think you can’t take anymore, he moves to your other breast and drives you crazy again.

“Billy,” you beg.

“Tell me what you want, love,” he says, his mouth still around your breast.

“I want you to fuck me,” you pant.

“Already?” he asks, sucking hard. You cry out and try to grind up against him, to get some relief from the need that is coursing through your body, but he puts a strong hand on your hip and keeps you pinned to the bed.

“Please, Billy.”

“You haven’t earned it yet,” he says, moving up so that his face is in front of yours. One hand trails down your skin dangerously, reaching the band of your panties. His fingers hook the sides of them and in a quick jerk, pulls them down to your knees. You can’t help the pathetic moan that comes from you.

Again, Billy grips your cheeks and brings your gaze to his eyes. He can see the lust in yours and the sight makes him grin. His large palm cups your pussy, but nothing more. You try to grind against his hand, but he pulls it away.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, his voice dangerously low. “You heard me. You haven’t earned it yet.”

“What do you want me to do?” you asked, your voice shallow. He smiles and rewards you briefly. He sits up and turns your hips, spreading your legs. His tongue makes one long, slow stroke up your pussy. And then he pulls away.

“Get on your knees,” he commands. You do as he instructs, too horny to argue with him just now. You drop to your knees by the bed, taking a moment to kick your panties away. This is the way that Billy likes you best: naked and ready to do whatever he wants. He grins at you as you find your place in between his legs. You start to pull at his jeans, but with a rough hand, he grips your hair into a ponytail and pulls you away.

“Did I tell you to take off my pants?” he asks.

“No,” you say. He raises an eyebrow. “No, sir.”

“Good girl. Why don’t you just start through the jeans,” he says, readjusting his grip in your hair. “I’m not sure you’re ready for anything else yet.”

“Please,” you whimper as he brings your head down to his bulge. You kiss him through his pants. He’s already rock hard as you start to massage him. You hate touching him like this. You give everything to him, but he always keeps himself from you, once step at a time.

Going against him, you unbutton his jeans. He starts to argue, but you’re not listening as you pull him out of his boxers.

“You naughty girl,” he groans as you rake your tongue up his large shaft slowly. “Never listen to orders.”

“I needed to taste you, baby,” you say sweetly, looking up at him as you work him in your hand. Billy shakes his head but eases his pants down lower. Your tongue traces over a vein along his dick, all the way to his tip. Billy lets out a groan and when you do it again, pushes your head onto his dick when you reach the tip. You gag on his massive dick, and have never felt more turned on in your life.

“Look at you,” he mutters, his breathing heavy. With his hands in your hair, he guides your head up and down his dick, until you are a sloppy mess. You hum as you take him deeper and you can see the thought cross his mind to come in your mouth. Not that you would mind having him spill into your mouth, but you crave him inside of your pussy so badly. When he lets you pull away for air, you are panting and wipe the spit from your lips as you look up at him. He reaches out to massage your breasts, looking at the mess he has made of you.

“Fuck me,” you plead.

“I’m fucking your mouth, ain’t I?” he asks, bringing your lips back to his dick. You are being a good girl, following his command. You take him in your mouth and swirl your tongue around his shaft. “Look how pretty you look with my dick down your throat,” he says. You whimper and the sound vibrates against his dick.

“Think you’ll look even prettier with my dick in your pussy?”

“Yes,” you pant.

“Before I do that,” he says, gripping your face as he stands with you. “Whose pussy is this?”

“Mine,” you say, unable to help yourself, the defiant part of you hard to kill.

“Ah,” he says, his thumb hooking in your mouth. “Let’s try that again. Whose pussy is this?” His hand again cups your pussy, this time two fingers sliding through your folds.

“Yours.”

“And who gets to touch it?”

“Only you.”

“Who gets to fuck this pussy?” he asks.

“Only you.”

“Good girl.” He pushes you onto the bed. You watch as he kicks off his pants and stalks towards you. He repositions you on the bed, bending your knees and pulling your legs around his hips.

“Are you ready?” he asks. Before you can answer, he slams into you and you cry out. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust to him, not that you really need it as you’ve been wet for him since he walked into your room.

Each thrust is harsh as he again grips your hips and waist. You can see clear bruises along your hip bone. You are crying out with each of his thrusts, quickly losing your control. With his thumb, Billy rubs your clit as he continues to pound into you.

“Billy,” you whine.

“Yes, love?”

“I love being fucked by you.” He smiles and leans down until your chests are touching. He grips your wrists and brings them up over your head.

“I know you do.”

“No one else fucks me the way you do.” You whimper as he adjust your positioning and turns your hip to the side.

“Look how good you’re being now that you’ve got your way,” he says. Your only reply is a moan. He continues to thrust into you, his movements staying steady as his breath quickens and his own orgasm grows near.

“Billy,” you cry out. “You aren’t my boyfriend.”

He stops his thrust immediately and looks at you with fiery eyes.

“What’s that now?”

“You aren’t my boyfriend,” you say quietly, “But I don’t want you to touch anyone else.”

“I know, love,” he says, picking up his pace inside of you slowly. “I don’t want you to either.”

“No one fucks me like you,” you say again. Whether you had more to say, Billy doesn’t hear it. He drops your hands and instead puts his own around your neck as the other strokes between your legs. With every thrust of his hips, every squeeze of his hand, and every flick against your skin, you get closer and closer to your orgasm until you fall apart around him. You are screaming out his name as you come and as your body clenches around Billy’s cock, he comes too. Saving a little for your skin, he pulls out and marks you one last time.

As his warm seed cools on your skin you look at your body. There are hickies all along your chest and breasts, and if you could see your neck, you know it would be coated in his mark. Your hips and wrist bare his bruises as well. He has thoroughly claimed you as his own – you have never felt so content.

“Love,” he says, brining your attention back to him. He’s on his knees next to you, his body coated in sweat. Even as spent as you are, you still crave him. “Don’t ever pull a stunt like that again.”

“What stunt?”

“This one,” he says, his finger brushing over the hickey the man in the bar left.

“I don’t have to listen to you,” you say. “It’s my nec—”

He cuts you off with a hand over your mouth. “This heart,” he says, his fingers tracing over your pounding chest, “Beats for me. These lips,” he says, kissing you gently, “Beg for me.” His hand grips your pussy one last time. “This pussy? Comes for only me. You understand?”

“Maybe I need one more lesson.”

“Naughty girl,” he says, claiming your mouth with his own.

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rhey-007 · 7 months

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Series Masterlist - Helios

Pairing: father!Homelander x daughter!reader (platonic), William Butcher x reader

Summary: A fatherless girl finally meets with him after her mother's death. Little does she know that from this point on, her life will fall apart. She'd meet a lot of new, interesting and disgusting people and experience a lot of traumatizing events. Will she be able to choose the right side and take control of her own fate?

A/N: It was supposed to be a 3 chaptered mini series but I decided otherwise and there'll be more!

I made Homelander a naturally born supe. His mother died while giving birth so he was raised by his grandparents, his father was just a one night stand (still soldier boy). It's not really mentioned in the fic though, so I thought I should explain it here, how it is possible that him and reader's mother met when they were teens.

Tags/Warnings: (18+ only) Fem!reader, age gap, the fic contains a lot of inconsistencies and changes that play into the narration, overpowered reader with wekanesses, explicit language, smut, drama, violence, platonic fluff, (may add more later), mentions of rape

Chapter 1: Sunrise

Chapter 2: High Noon

Chapter 3: Sunset

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 9 months

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Sway Me Now

Billy Butcher Masterlist

Summary: For one mission, they have to work together. But after last time, can Butcher really trust her? As tension grows, they inevitably end up on the dance floor and have to dance to keep their cover. And right there, all the anger turns into something else. Can they really finish up the mission now? Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader Rating: 18+ Warning: implied smut but nothing explicit, The Boys level of violence, ennemy to lovers, tension, sexual tension, anger, dancing, fighting Word Count: 3946 A/n: This fic was requested by @mightyhemsworthy! So sorry it took so long!

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It wasn't his idea. Truth was, he was completely and irrevocably against it. But Hughie had the annoying capacity to convince everyone, including him. As soon as he used his secret weapon, his puppy eyes, everyone flinched.

"It's a shitty idea," he repeated for the hundredth time. Running his hand slowly through his beard, Butcher looked in the mirror to observe himself from all angles. He hadn't worn anything this fancy in so long.

The costume was very beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The black fabric was soft to the touch, a little reflective, showing its expensive price. The white button up shirt was a little tight so Butcher didn't hesitate to untie his bow tie to loosen a button.

"Who would have thought you could rock a suit."

Butcher closed his eyes and let out a long, telling sigh. That voice, he could never forget it.

"Who the fuck let you in, luv?"

His eyes still closed, Butcher turned to face the woman who haunted his nights… Both in a good and in a bad way.

"The little guy with the blue eyes. He's the one that called me and begged me to come here for your shitty plan."

Butcher's lips twitched in an uncomfortable spasm. Why did it have to be her, out of all the possible choices?

"Not. My. Plan," Butcher finally opened his eyes to place them on the woman in front of him. And for once, he was glad he could keep an unfazed face in any situation, because the view in front of him...

Y/n was leaning against the door frame. Her silhouette illuminated by the light behind her made her look like an angel… but he knew the demon hidden behind her beauty. She wore a red dress so tight, the fabric looked and probably felt like a second skin. The length came below her knees, but there was a slit on the side that went up to her hip, exposing her leg. Butcher couldn't help but stare at that bare part, exposed flesh that made him salivate. After long seconds of impossible scenarios passing through his mind, he managed to raise his eyes. The top of the dress was low cut just enough to show off her assets but also hid some to leave room for the imagination.

To finish up her look, her hair was curled and tied in a bun, small strands falling on either side of her face.

So lost in the contemplation of the woman in front of him, Butcher didn't immediately notice that she was doing the same to him. Her eyes roamed up and down her body, burning and interested in the sight.

He wasn't used to being looked at like that. Not in a long time, at least. Feeling himself losing control over her expressions, Butcher cleared her throat to bring the focus back to what was important and what she was there for. The mission.

Y/n was biting her lip in interest when he spoke.

"Did Hughie tell you his plan?"

“Alright. So the target’s name is Edmundo Rodriguez. I texted you a picture.”

Sitting at the bar, Butcher was sipping a nice glass of strong whiskey when M.M's voice rang loudly in his ear. By reflex, he tried to remove the piece from his ear, but a hand was faster and stopped him.

“We got the picture,” the person next to him muttered discreetly against her wrist, her silver bracelet hiding the microphone allowing her to communicate with the base of operations. The truck was parked further on the road outside the manor, M.M and Hughie ready to guide them if necessary. Y/n slid the phone on the counter by his drink so Butcher glanced at it quickly.

“That motherfucker looks like all the other motherfucking in here, how the hell are ye gunna find him, eh?”

“I don’t care how you do!” M.M's voice once again sounded loudly in his ear. Butcher grimaced. He definitely hated this plan. Hated the mission. “Just do it. Target should be in the VIP section.”

“Sure thing, we just need to get in there now, do we?”

Turning his head to the left and then the right, Butcher mentally noted everything around him again. The room was full of people, cocktails in hand, dancing, talking and laughing out loud. A real bunch of money cows, good at milking the poor to fill their pockets. And they called that event a charity gala? It stank of scam.

The phone disappeared from the counter as Y/n grabbed it. Butcher followed the gesture and watched her put it back in her bag. Again, his breath got caught in his throat at the beauty of the woman next to him, and his frustration grew.

“Are you gonna stop being a baby for one night?” She sighed, turning to him completely. After crossing one leg above the other, she leaned against her hand, her elbow against the counter. She narrowed her eyes at him, clearly judging him with her gaze.

“Only when you’ll stop being a greedy bitch,” Butcher replied, mimicking her posture to face her as well. He grabbed his glass and put it to his lips, but decided not to drink from it at the last second. “Why are you even here eh? We don't need ya, like we didn't need ya last time either.”

"Oh, if that's how you say thank you, then fuck you!" Straightening slightly, Y/n swiveled towards the bar to order a drink, but Butcher interrupted her.

“I won’t say thank you, hun, not after what you did last time.”

“You’re still mad about that!”

This time, the two were face to face, standing on their feet, their faces so close they could feel each other’s body heat.

“I’ll always be mad that you betrayed us and joined the fucking enemy.”

The only reason she could answer him at the same height was the 4 inch heels that adorned her feet. “You know why I did that!” Noticing she was raising her voice, Y/n looked around. Her gaze wandered behind Butcher for a moment, then she grabbed his arm to pull him even closer to her. “Now's not the fucking time. I'm there, like it or not,” she whispered, her face so close he could admire every detail of her beautiful eyes. “The guards are looking at us, we're making a scene and getting too much attention so you’re gonna shut up and follow my lead.”

Butcher had no time to protest or answer, he was being dragged on the dance floor. Once they were in the middle, Y/n looked to the left where the guards were and Butcher followed her gaze discreetly. Indeed, three men were staring intently at them. Cursing himself for accepting the mission, and more importantly, agreeing to go with her, Butcher didn’t notice the song had changed. He understood only when he felt his hands switch places to end up against a fabric that was soft to the touch. Turning his head in front of him, his eyes widened as he noticed he was now holding her waist.

“Follow my lead,” Y/n hissed through her teeth. Already, her hips were moving side to side and she was raising her arms to wrap them around Butcher's neck. Caressing the back of his head, she moved closer to him enough to press her chest against his torso. Still in shock of having her so close, Butcher didn't move. A strong pain in the foot brought him back to him with a choked moan of pain. "Sway me now!"

She was crushing his foot with her heel? Perfect! He was awake now.

Suavemente, bésame

Que quiero sentir tus labios

Besándome otra vez

Prior to The Boys, Butcher had been to many events that required dancing. To not embarrass and shame Becca, he had learned and practiced relentlessly. It had been a while now since his last dance, his body responding to the movements by remaining rather stiff, but it was enough. And the confused but satisfied expression of the woman in his arms confirmed he wasn’t too bad at it.

Cuando tú me besas

Me siento en el aire

Por eso cuando te veo

Comienzo a besarte

One foot in front of him, Y/n moved hers back and they repeated the movement a couple of times to the beat of the song, swaying their hips. Then, Butcher grabbed Y/n's hand, kissed it quickly before spinning her on herself several times. After a few turns, he grabbed her against him and helped her down to the ground by holding her hands. Y/n slid, one leg in front and the other behind as she did the splits. Applause sounded around them, but neither paid attention to their spectators. Once on the ground, Y/n stuck her legs together and Butcher spun her around to build momentum and lift her up. With a strong, precise movement, she seemed to fly through the air for a moment, her legs splitting again but in the air this time.

Y si te despegas

Yo me despierto

De ese rico sueño

Que me dan tus besos

Suavemente

Grabbing her by the waist, Butcher gently helped her land on her feet. Then, they pulled back, Y/n moving her hips and caressing her body as she kept her gaze on her partner. Pointing at him, she motioned for him to come closer, which Butcher did, a smile on the corner of his lips. Swaying, he advanced towards the young woman so that she ended up in his arms again. His hands rested on her waist again, but the heat had already risen too much, and his fingers wandered lower on her body, inviting her to sway her hips even more.

It was hot. Their bodies touched more often than they stayed apart. The two were sweating as the song struggled to finish. The 4 minutes of the song felt like an eternity, but soon, that eternity was over. The song ended as Butcher rocked Y/n backward against his arm. Her hair, surprisingly still in her bun even after the dance, tickled his arm. Her back was arched perfectly and he was holding one of her legs with his other hand.

The sound of their rapid breathing filled the room full of people watching them, but it felt like there were only two left in the world. Nothing existed anymore, nothing could reach them in the bubble they were in. The tension was palpable, the dancing had warmed them both up in a way they hadn't expected. Of course, Butcher knew how incredibly beautiful Y/n was. And sexy. Fuck, she was so hot. But that moment they had lived... It felt more than that.

Butcher stared at Y/n's lips with one longing...

His face moved closer and closer to hers, and she didn't do anything to stop him. He could feel her breath on his lips, feel the fruity scent of her lip gloss tickle his nose, they were so close… when a round of applause startled him.

Butcher was getting his dance partner back on her feet when a voice rang in his ear.

“Nice way to get attention, well done.” He had no idea how they saw the dance back in the truck, but they knew and it made Butcher lose focus once more.

Y/n was faster than him and leaned over to salute and thank the crowd. Butcher did the same, and then the band resumed the songs and people started talking as if nothing had happened.

Time seemed to slow down as the dance looped through his head. People talked to him, but he didn’t listen to any of them. He could almost taste them, her lips, feel their warmth on his… And he wanted to. So bad. God, he was screwed. He only hoped she didn’t notice how strong her hold was on him and how bad he wanted her. That would be fucking embarrassing.

"Y/n-" Butcher turned his head towards her, but she wasn't near him anymore. He blinked a few times and looked around, panic slowly rising in him. She was there and then, gone. Raising his watch to his mouth, Butcher let his fear pour out.

“M.M! I lost Y/n!”

“Relax,” the voice answered. “You spaced out for a while Butcher. She’s doing her job. Look towards the bar.”

A long sigh of relief escaped Butcher's lungs when he found the red dress among the people sitting at the bar. He was walking towards her when he finally noticed that she was not alone. Sitting next to her, a man was talking to her. Although he was far away and the man had his back turned to him, Butcher could still notice the smirk stamped on his face as he looked at her, his big stubby hand going up on Y/n's thigh. His dirty fingers slid through the slit of the dress to caress her leg… And that was his limit.

Butcher saw red. Not waiting a moment, he rushed to the bar, pushing the other guests around without worrying about attracting attention. He was almost there when a waiter stepped directly into his path.

“Un entrée vous ferait-il plaisir, monsieur?”

Butcher recognized his voice before realizing that the server was speaking French. “Frenchie, get out my way now.”

“Saw your little dance there, impressionnant,” Frenchie, disguised as a waiter, nodded. Of course, they had to send him inside in case something turned bad. That was how M.M knew about the dance, Frenchie had a great time describing what he was seeing. “But now’s not the time to screw your cover. Take a little pain crouté and let her work.”

“I don’t care about your food!” Drowning in his anger, Butcher's hand went off on its own and the plate filled with probably very expensive appetizers flew through the air to end on the floor in a deafening din. Of course, this caught everyone's attention, including the guards, the man at the bar, and Y/n. “Leave me alone Frenchie,” Butcher hissed through his teeth. Frenchie lowered his head, muttered something in French and left. Butcher was about to continue on his way to the bar when a hand landed on his chest to stop him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Y/n whispered and glanced behind her where she had left the man. She quickly waved at him to let him know it would take her a moment and then turned to Butcher. “Why are you making a fucking scene!”

“Why are you flirting with the first guy you see, eh?!” Butcher clenched his fists, casting a hateful gaze toward the bar and the man.

"Are you fuckin-" Not finishing her sentence, Y/n grabbed Butcher by the wrist and led him out of the room. Once they were in an empty hallway, she stopped and turned to him. Certain she would only try to find more excuses for her actions, Butcher was surprised to see that look on her face.

Her beautiful eyes were sad, filled with overflowing tears. Her eyebrows were furrowed, clearly disappointed in his behavior. She let go of his wrist and Butcher felt the chill creep up his spine as she pulled the phone out of her bag to show him the photo.

“Why are you showing me the target again!” He exclaimed, raising his voice louder than he liked.

“Because I was with him at the bar! Are you blind?!”

“I knew it, you’re gunna go with the enemy again!” Clapping his hands over his head, Butcher was about to leave the mansion, fuck the mission, when a hand forced him to stay put.

“How can you think I would- I was seducing him to get the fucking key! Yanno, for the safe that contains the fucking documents we need to destroy Vought!”

Butcher lowered his hands. It was like his body weighed a ton and gravity was pulling him down. He hadn't thought of that. However, that didn't calm the anger he had been feeling ever since he saw her again.

“How do you want me not to think that after last time!” No matter how hard he tried to calm down, the anger and that negative feeling ate up inside him like an ever-growing black cloud.

Pain passed over Y/n's face. Her eyes filled with water again. No tears rolled down her cheeks though.

“I had no choice…”

Her voice had become so quiet, he had difficulty understanding her. "What?"

“Last time. Monaco. I had no choice. They had my dad, and if I didn’t give them the documents…” Lowering her head, a lock of her bun finally fell over her eyes. “I didn’t want to… But I had to save my dad.” When she lifted her head, a single tear spilled out of her eye and started rolling down her cheek, but she wiped it away before it could sink too low.

“Why did you never tell me?” Butcher's voice was softer now. Although the betrayal was still fresh, he could understand. He would have done the same for Becca. He would betray his own team for the one he loved, no hesitation.

“Cause I failed that too,” she shrugged and smiled sadly. Her mouth opened to add something but her gaze shifted to the side and her eyes widened. "Oh shit."

“So that’s where you were, Cariño…” Butcher closed his eyes, a silent “fuck” mimed on his lips. Turning slowly, he got face to face with the man from the bar, the target, Edmundo Rodriguez. And he wasn’t alone. Three guards accompanied him, all armed with weapons. Edmundo shook his head and sighed. “What a shame it has to end before I can own you.” Butcher could feel a shiver of disgust and hatred wash over him at those words. “Oh, you wanted this, perhaps?” Raising a hand, Edmundo passed it through his sweater to pull out a chain and at the end of the chain, a key. The one they needed. “You thought me stupid. Tried to rob me. But who’s dumb now eh? Corpses don’t do well in stealing. Kill them.”

“Oh fuckin finally some action I’m good at.” Butcher smiled darkly. As the guards closed in on them, Butcher pulled off his far too expensive jacket and grabbed the gun hidden behind his back to point it at the nearest guard. However, he was already in front of him and with a quick swing, disarmed Butcher. His weapon fell to the ground and slid away much to the dismay of the man who took a punch in the face. His whole body twisted from the force of the hit and his mouth filled with blood. "Oh. You shouldn’t have done that.” Turning his head towards the guard, Butcher offered a bloody smile that made him take a few steps back. The guard had fear shining in his eyes… Even if he was the one with the gun. "Oh, don't be scared," Butcher was still smiling.

It happened so quickly, the guard didn't stand a chance. Butcher grabbed him by the sweater with one hand, the other grabbed the wrist that held the gun, and in a strong and precise movement, headbutted him right in the nose.

A crack was heard, followed by a scream.

Clearly stunned by the hit, the guard staggered and he put a hand to his face. Butcher took the opportunity to hit his knee with his feet, a strong and precise kick that bent his leg at an angle that shouldn't be possible. More cracks and yells of pain were heard. The guard fell to the floor screaming, his gun falling from his hand, and Butcher didn't hesitate to press his foot against his throat and pressed. Purple slowly crept into the guard’s face as he squirmed under the boot, trying to get free and get oxygen. But Butcher didn’t let go.

A gunshot sounded so close to his ear that Butcher had the instinct to duck, but the bullet missed its target. Looking behind him, he could see that the fight wasn’t over. One of the guards was pointing his gun at him, and if he missed the first shot, he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Butcher was ready to drop to the ground, praying the bullets would miss him, but it wasn't necessary. Because one moment the guard was standing with a gun pointed at Butcher, and the next he was falling on the floor with a knife stuck in his throat. A few feet away from him stood Y/n, the covered side of her leg raised to show a belt filled with small knives strapped to her thigh.

"That's hot," Butcher couldn't help but say as Y/n picked up another knife and threw it at the last guard. Since the guard was busy dealing with knives being thrown at him, Butcher could pick up the gun the guard dropped, but it was unnecessary. Because one second later, Y/n skilfully jumped on the guard to stab him in the throat until he fell to the ground, motionless and choking in his own blood.

“Where’s Edmundo?” She asked, straightening her dress as if nothing had happened. She was barely disheveled, no cuts or wounds and above all, no drop of blood was on her person.

“I don’t care.”

Leaving the gun on the floor since he didn’t need it anymore, Butcher took the few steps that separated him from Y/n to immediately place his hands on her waist and pressed his lips to hers. It took her breath away, both with the force and the surprise of the intense kiss. She didn’t wait a second to respond, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. A low moan echoed in his ears as he slammed her against the wall, their lips parting just long enough for her to jump up and wrap her legs around his hips. "You're so fuckin hot," Butcher sighed and without waiting, brought his lips to hers again. One of his hands was used to support her while the other did not hesitate to slide under the slit of the dress to caress and grip her thigh.

The kiss was wild and filled with a longing and frustration that the two constantly felt. So needless to say, it only took a few moments for Butcher to undo his pants just enough to have access to what he needed.

Meanwhile, a French waiter who didn’t really have his place in this kind of event had intercepted a panicked person who was running towards the guardhouse. With a quick kick and a precise punch, he knocked him down, dragged him to a quiet place, bound and gagged him and finally, stole his key. Proud of himself for getting the key, he started searching for the two people under cover to tell them the good news. The mission was over, they had to leave before someone realized what happened.

After a while of searching, Frenchie finally found them…

Right in the middle of the hallway, caught up in an activity he wished he had never seen.

“Ah! Non, non non non! Not today! I’ll wait in the car!” Frenchie started to walk away, both hands raised in despair. But as the moans reached his ears, he cringed and shouted without turning back: “No, better than that, when you are done, just call a taxi! Au revoir!”

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beyoursbb · 10 months

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€uro Tra$h Series: Dipped in $ugar (Part 3 - final)

Pairing: Billy Butcher x You (Reader) || Rating: Explicit || Word Count: 1.9k || Link to Part 1 and Link to Part 2 (Not necessary to read to understand Part 3, but here if you want more! Timeline for this work is Season 1 btw).

Summary: Just morning sex with Butcher lol.

Author’s Note: Wrote this shorter cuz I meant to get this out a long while ago, whoops! You can let me know how it was! Likes, dislikes, etc. I love and appreciate feedback in the comments. This 3-part scenario is now complete. @a-rogue-tiddy-bot thought you might want to be tagged!

Warnings: swearing, teasing, vaginal fingering, implied p in v sex, sugar daddy / daddy kink (the name daddy is used 1 time, and a lil talk of those dynamics), age gap (implied, not specified), little bit of praise, begging

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You woke up gradually, each of your senses gathering intel on your surroundings to remind you of where you were. Sunlight streamed through the tiny crack in the motel’s curtains, glinting off the weapon on the table. The bed sheets by your nose still had the scent of laundry detergent despite last night’s action. The faint snoring of the man behind you matched the warm body cuddled up to your backside, and the arm under your neck that you were using as a pillow. You could feel the heat radiating off Billy’s chest and the weight of his other arm hanging over your midsection, as well as something not-so-soft pressing against your butt.

You stretched your hand back to stroke his neck. “Billy?” you whispered.

No response.

“Billy,” you said louder, lightly tugging on his hair.

He hummed, keeping his eyes closed.

You took a breath, then gave an experimental shift backwards into his crotch.

“Oi. Morning sunshine,” he mumbled into your hair, his hand already cupping between your legs.

You giggled at how that got his attention. “Morning, Billy.”

“When’d you put these on?” he complained softly, playing with the waistband of your bottoms.

“When I got up in the middle of the night.”

If you thought Butcher’s regular deep voice was sexy, you were wholly unprepared to face this gravelly tone as he woke up. Especially when it was demanding your naked body again.

“Well fucking take ‘em off, will ya?”

Billy hardly gave you a moment to comply before shoving his hand in your underwear. He immediately found your clit, but his touch was gentle, and worked tantalizingly slow, tracing lazy circles. Your legs didn’t need much coaxing to open up as Billy eagerly pushed his own thigh between them and hooked yours around it while planting soft kisses to your neck. His beard tickled your jawline, and you sighed contentedly, melting into the sensation with a slight turn of your head toward him. You closed your eyes.

If this was how snug morning sex with Billy could be, you hoped he would let you linger more frequently. You guessed being half asleep was why his demeanor had taken a sharp left turn and a whole 180 flip to be so…calm. Not that you ever minded his roughness. But this right now was a different experience, and it was nice. You were used to trying to help Butcher relax as much as possible during your visits, but there is only so many times a guy can fuck the stress out of his system before needing to face his stressors head-on, like a well-adjusted adult. You knew an unstable, emotionally unavailable man when you saw one; Butcher didn’t have time for that. His mind was always preoccupied, his actions always in a hustle to return to whatever was demanding his attention before you arrived. Hence, why you were surprised he wasn’t already fucking you into the mattress and sending you on your way.

Instead, Billy’s fingers continued to tease your slick entrance delicately; it was almost unbelievable they were the same fingers that brought you to a searing climax some hours ago.

“Even first thing in the morning, so wet and ready,” Billy whispered in your ear.

You could hear the smirk in his voice, driving you to push your hips against him to address your growing need for more friction. But Billy seemed satisfied taking his time playing with you, his breathing even as his lips ghosted across the smooth skin of your shoulder.

A cross between a groan and a whimper slipped off your tongue. You were getting impatient already. “I need more, Daddy.”

“Need more what, luv?” Billy took hardly a second to push your underwear farther down your legs until it was off, and run his hand back up your bare skin.

“More of you,” you answered, reaching behind to grab his increasingly hard length. Hot and heavy in your palm, you started to touch him too, rubbing slowly from base to tip.

“Oh, you’ll get more, baby.”

You inhaled sharply. Billy rarely called you baby. Shit, you thought. Since when had he picked up on the effect that word had on you when it was uttered by him? You could give less of a shit when your other sugar daddies called you the pet name. But Billy dropping it so casually right now while he toyed with your arousal? You were in for it this morning.

“My baby can be such a greedy girl,” he chuckled.

My baby. My. Baby. My.

This time you visibly shivered, your shoulders rattling against his chest, but you tried to cover it up by twisting your head back at the same time to steal a kiss from his lips. He allowed it, nipping at your lower lip, then removed his arm from under you and propped himself up on it. Butcher was at the perfect level now to hover right above your ear.

“Did ya know that’s why I say you’re my favorite?”

His fingers were back on your clit, the pressure still light, but he quickened his pace.

“Why?” you asked, dumbly, his teasing clearly too distracting for your mind to keep up with the conversation, as well as provide any stimulation for him. Your hand on his length had already slowed to a pathetic, arrhythmic rate. You blushed at the realization when he — rather politely — removed your useless hand from his crotch and placed it under his own to touch yourself with as he continued his ministrations on your wetting pussy.

“Because you’re greedy, luv. And I know it’s not for my money.”

A pitifully needy noise slipped out from deep in your throat as Billy’s mouth connected to the soft spot under your ear, tongue flicking at the lobe, before he bit it — harder than you anticipated.

“You get that everywhere, with however many daddies you have.”

You drew in a deep breath in an attempt to steady your loudly beating heart. Was there a tinge of spite in his voice? You didn’t have time to analyze. Billy flipped you around to face him, swiftly replacing the hands on your core with his length dragging through your folds. You gasped, gripping at his shoulders, trying not to stare down at the delicious sight of his big hand around his even bigger member, its head leaking precum into your slit.

“Nah, I know,” Billy growled. Your eyes snapped up to meet his dark, lust-filled gaze. “You’re just greedy for my cock.”

You shrieked at the sudden intrusion, then swore at him. Finally he had dipped into your dripping cunt. Except this fucker switched back to using his fingers.

“Billy— Billy, please,” you cried out, not even sure what you were begging for. You were greedy for his cock, yes. You were just as desperate for your fucking release. Also, you wanted to wipe that smug smile off his handsome face.

“Let me hear you,” he insisted, two digits pushing in and out of your center. “Tell me, why are you my favorite fuck?”

You willed your mind and mouth to cooperate in forming sentences. “Because I’m greedy.”

The quick response earned you a third digit stretching you out, causing you to bite down on your lip.

“For…?”

Again, you forced yourself to concentrate, despite the lewd noises echoing below you and the feeling of climax in the pit of your stomach hungry to break free.

“For your cock,” you breathed out. “I’m so greedy for your cock.”

Billy curled his fingers to hit that spot you loved, and you felt your tether to reality loosen.

“So sweet of you to say, darlin’.” The stillness in his tone matched the precision of his palm now rubbing tight circles on your clit. "Is that what you want now? You want my cock in your tight little pussy?"

Your head drooped forward, thudding against his firm chest, your hands still clawing at his arms for some sense of stability while you grinded down on him, desperately chasing your high. He was stringing you out for all you were worth and you were so, so close, you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded. "Yes, yes! Please— I want it so bad,” you panted.

“Next time, baby, look at me when you speak. Maybe then you'll get exactly what you want.”

With one last stroke of his hand, your orgasm hit hard, much more intense than the two last night combined, and twice as pleasurable. You saw stars with your eyes sealed shut while your pussy clenched with a vice grip around Billy, as strong as your nails dug into his skin. He made you the most writhing, sweaty mess you’d been in months, yet you didn’t — couldn’t — even make a sound, sans the quiet gushing of your juices thoroughly coating him.

You had no idea how many minutes passed before you came back down to Earth in Butcher’s arms and opened your eyes to see him peering down at you gingerly. He pecked your forehead, and you did the same to his neck, collarbone, and chest.

“Fuck, I’m glad you stayed last night, luv.”

“Me too,” you squeaked out.

“You alrigh’?” Billy asked, wiping the tears that had formed at the corners of your eyes.

You nodded, then laughed. “Pretty sure I blacked out.”

“Thought so, too,” he replied, a small, satisfied grin appearing.

You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him away. Then for the first time all morning, you got a good look at him. His thick, dark brown hair could definitely be characterized as a bed head, and you aimlessly combed through it a few times. Your gaze drifted downwards to the red scratches you had just gifted him, and you gently brushed over them with the pad of your thumb. A little farther down you carefully studied the still-fresh bruises and past-lingering scars across his broad torso.

Your turn to inquire. “Are you alright?”

“Never better,” Billy said, a little too quickly.

“I mean from last night.” You traced an imaginary line connecting the marks on his body, to make your point clear. “What happened?”

Butcher shifted his body, but his face remained hardened. “Even MM needs a reminder every once in a while. Captain’s gotta run a tight ship,” he said matter-of-factly. “Job’s stressful, night didn’t go as planned, he took it out on me, but he knows when I’m right.”

You nodded, as if deliberately sidestepping the question about his injuries to explain the one part of his night you were present for was an acceptable enough answer. However, after a restful night’s sleep and an active morning that left you plenty clear-headed, you felt a bit more bold. You didn’t care if it wasn’t a sugar baby’s place to know his job. If he wasn’t ready to discuss the elephant in the room this second, you were at least going to let him know he wouldn’t get away with avoiding it for long.

“Fine, if you want to dance around it. You don’t have to tell me right now why you were gone four hours longer than you expected, or came back with this,” you nudged his taped up hand, “or that,” you gestured toward the semi-automatic on the table, “but at the very least, you should introduce me to your colleagues.”

The flashback of you laying on the bed, thankfully fully clothed, when they stormed in last night flashed through your memory. “You know, the guys who weren’t sure that this is legal,” you added. “Want them to know it’s all good.”

There was a beat of silence, until Billy relented, and you were genuinely surprised at the lack of pushback. “Fine.”

With his hand on your hip, he rolled you over onto your other side, back into a spooning position, with your ass pulled against him.

“You’ll meet the boys with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

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xchxrryblossomx · 1 year

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My baby

Warning: language

Summary: You are pregnant with Butcher's child.

You were in the kitchen making some food while everyone was asleep besides Kimiko. You got the plates and put them on the counter. After that Kimiko came up to you and showed you the word she wrote and you smiled. It said baby girl, you already knew what she means so you nodded. The baby was in fact a girl and Butcher was excited.

You were also excited but it hurt like a bitch to carry the thing. After a little, you made Kimiko's plate and gave it to her. Then Hughie came in so you made his plate then MM and Frenchie so you made Their plates too. You smiled and then "walked" more like wobbled over to you and Butcher's shared room. You saw he was still asleep so you decided to lightly tap his shoulder, "Babe I made breakfast, I'll make you a plate".

He turned around and smiled at you, "Good mornin beautiful". You giggle and Butcher sat up and kissed your cheek. You both them walked into the kitchen and you made both his and your plate. Butcher sat on the couch and you sat by him. Butcher already knew how much your back hurt he had a heating pad on your back to help.

After you ate breakfast Butcher took all the plates and put them in the sink. "Alright cunts, who's turn is it to do dishes. My wife ain't doing it cuz she just made everyone breakfast". You giggled, "Butcher I think it's Kimiko's turn but look at the paper first". Kimiko looked at the paper and saw her name.

She smiled and pointed to herself so everyone knew it was her turn. Kimiko always loved to help you with things she was really helpful all the time. Frenchie also helped Kimiko do the dishes so they would be clean and put away faster. Hughie and MM joined you with watching TV. Butcher eventually sat by you after getting in a stupid Hawaiian shi9rt and some sweats.

You laid your head on Butcher's shoulder after a sat down. He then wrapped his arm around you. You started feeling sleepy after a while. Eventually you feel asleep with Butcher holding you. You were always sleepy but who wouldn't be when you're carrying a child.

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I hope you enjoyed this and I hope you have a wonderful day/night ♡

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mlmxreader · 5 months

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Securing Reservations | Billy Butcher x m!reader

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↳ ❝ heyyy bud, is me Aldo on a brand new blog and I have a request :]

If you could write the prompt "Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now you fucking stupid bastard! You fucking bastard!" Whit Billy Butcher from the boys and an m!reader I would absolutely adore that!

Like maybe getting kicked out of a restaurant somehow or just him arguing whit somebody about restaurant reservations, also some soothing from the reader afterwards, anything unhinged and possibly gore-y is welcomed :]

Have a nice night too! - @slutordo ❞

: ̗̀➛ getting reservations for swank restaurants is a ball ache, but when it comes to you, Butcher is at least willing to try... however that looks.

: ̗̀➛ eyeball gore, gore, fighting, swearing, smoking

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You and Billy had decided a while ago that Sundays would be your date nights, as usually, there wasn’t much going on those days and it tended to be a lot quieter than normal; you both took turns planning where you would go and when, and while his ideas were often relatively small and intimate, yours weren’t exactly huge and extravagant either.

The biggest thing that the two of you ever did for date night was when you had had the idea of going into the city centre to check out the holiday markets that were littered along the high street; stalls adorned with various cheeses and chocolates and beers, clothing and jewellery, different little trinkets as well as every form of media from old school vinyls to blu-ray DVDs.

Billy wasn’t huge on the big and flashy, the lavish and luxurious; a pint down the pub and a takeaway chip shop meal would do just fine and he could grin and brag about it for the next week.

Yet, he knew that you deserved better than that; he scrimped and saved and skimped whatever he could, knowing that you deserved better than a pint down the pub and some shit Chinese takeaway.

He was trying his best, for fuck’s sake.

It was Saturday night, when Billy found a fancy restaurant that was taking cash reservations, but there were only a select few left, and the queue consisted of him and some fucking Vought cunt who proudly wore the company’s name on his briefcase beside his full name - Sean Patrick Bale; Billy clenched his jaw, eyeing him up.

He was muscular in build, but the type of muscle that was lended more to starvation and constant exercise rather than actual strength; neatly styled dark brown hair that came down to his white shirt collar; hazel eyes that were full of malice and contempt.

He wore a long black coat that went down to his calves, designer black shoes, designer black blazer, designer black trousers. Designer white shirt. Designer red tie with a subtle white pattern.

Billy knew the type, shallow and all shout flaunting Daddy’s money; he knew the type, middle class White men from suburbia who got into the big business because Daddy got him a high position job.

The type of cunt who went to that type of restaurant frequently; clearing his throat, Billy dared to approach, tapping him on the shoulder as he smiled falsely.

“Sean!” He hoped he sounded friendly enough as he leaned back slightly. “What are you doing here?”

Sean looked disgusted, sneering at Billy as he scoffed. “Who are you?”

Billy grinned, licking his lips. “Y’know, Donald! From accounting!”

Sean rolled his eyes, he never much cared about those on the floors beneath his office, so he sighed, and upon realising there were other people around, forced himself to smile. “Right! How could I ever forget! I’m so sorry, Donald! What are you doing here?”

Gotcha. Billy did his best not to laugh as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, smiling. “Well, I was just gonna book a reservation for me and my… partner.”

Don’t be too obvious, Butcher. He knew what Sean was like, the contempt held for anyone different. He had to watch his fucking mouth, but Sean merely shrugged as he nodded slowly.

“What a coincidence,” Sean hummed. “So am I.”

“Tell you what,” Billy hummed, taking a quick look around. “Why don’t we got a smoke, eh? Only us two here, anyway.”

Sean was apprehensive, but shrugged as he followed Billy into the alleyway; the fucking cunt kept muttering under his breath about how much he hated to spend time with underlings, and once the two were well out of earshot and eyesight, Sean sneered at Billy once again.

“Look, man, I’m not in any position to fucking promote scum like you,” he started, “and I’m certainly not going to fucking promote someone who dresses like he hasn’t seen an iron in years… do you even summer outside of the State? No. You’re just a-”

Billy didn’t hesitate, grabbing the back of Sean’s head and slamming it against the nearest wall; the bloody imprint stayed there as Billy dragged Sean’s face up and down the harsh bricks, slowly grating away the sloughing skin right down to the muscle.

But Billy wasn’t done, putting Sean on the floor and straddling his waist; he brought his fist up, slamming it down against his face again and again and again until he could hear the crunch of teeth falling from gums. The grinding of bone.

But the cunt was still breathing, so Billy pulled the knife from his back pocket, and shoved the blade into Sean’s eye; he could feel it pop as it deflated upon the blade, blood and fluid spurting as he dragged the knife out before slamming it into the other eye. He grinned as the blood spat upon his face.

“Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now you fucking stupid bastard!” Billy howled, plunging the knife into Sean’s throat and dragging it down to his sternum. “You fucking bastard!”

Panting heavily, Billy got up, and wiped the blood from his face on the back of his leather jacket before he went back to the restaurant; the only one in the queue, he managed to get the very last one available, and relief crashed over him like wildfire as he smiled calmly.

He checked his phone, and nearly grinned when he realised that he had a text from you asking to meet at the end of the street; a slight skip in his step, he was surprised when you prevented him from hugging you, tilting his head and furrowing his brows.

“What’d I do?”

You gestured to the wet patch on his leather jacket, daring to smile a little. “Care to explain?”

Billy shrugged, lighting up a cigarette and offering one to you. “Nothin’ really, just some cunt from Vought got in me way.”

“Billy,” you gently took his hand, examining his knuckles. “Look at your hand, love.”

He did as told, his gaze dropping to his knuckles for a moment before he opened his mouth to speak; but he knew that you were already a step ahead, as usual and as always, so he just raised his brow slightly, and frowned. “What?”

“I appreciate what you did,” you said soothingly, shaking your head before pressing a kiss to his bloodied and bruised knuckles. “But you don’t have to get violent, y’know. I would’ve been okay to have gone anywhere else.”

Billy scoffed, taking a step back as he lit up the two cigarettes. “Would you, though?”

You nodded, taking a long drag as you hummed. “Bills, as long as I’m with you, I’m happy to be and do whatever the fuck. I do not give a pig’s tit, as long as I’m with you.”

“I got the reservation.”

You grinned, doing your best not to laugh as you shook your head so fondly. “Fuck’s sake… you’re a nightmare, y’know, my favourite fucking nightmare.”

At that, Billy grinned. He knew that he had done right by you, and if he was honest?

The fight had taken a lot of the frustrations of the week from him as well; he was just about ready to take you home, to spend the night doing whatever you liked, and then getting to bed quite early.

He wasn’t so tense about everything, and he wasn’t so on edge either. But then he looked into your eyes, and even more of that tension dropped as he gently reached for your hand and held it rather tightly; not enough to make you uncomfortable, but enough that you would know he was actually listening, and that he did actually want you to open your mouth.

“You’re too good for me,” he told you. “Y’know that, don’t you?”

You rolled your eyes at the remark. “Billy. I’m your boyfriend. As far as I’m concerned? We’re good enough for each other as long as we’re happy.”

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halfbutch · 7 months

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A little snippet of our upcoming series that running cincurrently to The Boys (1978). In an alternate universe where its called Thar Boys The Boys. Will you ever know why jorgon in a field for billy putcher? youll find it......

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avastrasposts · 1 year

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Master List

Pedro Pascal characters

A Baker's Dozen

(featuring pretty much all of the Pedro boys)

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Big Sky Country - Teaser

Big Sky Country - Series Master List

Work in progress

The Pilot and his girl TLoU/TF cross over - Completed. Long, full of fluff, angst and smut. Frankie x Reader)

Drabbles featuring Frankie

Swimming lessons with Catfish - A smutty drabble set in an alternative, no outbreak, version of the The Pilot and his Girl universe, Frankie x Reader

The Accident - Angsty fluffy one shot that will probably be given a part two down the line, Frankie x Reader

Frankie & Din - A funny, I hope, one-shot with Frankie & Din at the air fair

Frankie to the rescue - A one shot drabble about Frankie welcoming you home after a long day of travelling, Frankie x Reader

Six and a half minutes - Frankie's version (a smutty one shot where Frankie interrupts your holiday baking, Frankie x Reader)

Come in, Atled Air, come in - a short and fluffy one shot about Pilot!Frankie and AirController!FemReader.

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Snowed In - Javier's version (a one night stand with Javier Peña as he's snowed in at a hotel. Javier x OFC)

Pickled Interruptions - Part of the Pickled Peña writing challenge @pickled-pena

Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Gun Cleaning - Joel's version (a smutty one shot when Joel walks in on you cleaning the guns, Joel x Reader)

Karl Urban characters

Éomer (LotR)

The Tack Room (super fluffy but not complete)

Billy Butcher (The Boys)

The British Connection (slow burn with very little fluff, a chunk of smut and lots of plot)

Six and a half minutes (smut drabble)

Dear Reader (smut drabble in two parts)

Snowed in (smut drabble)

Gun cleaning (smut drabble)

Ellie just gets to have a lot of sex with Billy Butcher (4 part series, the title is pretty self-explanatory. No, it's not about TLoU Ellie... )

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enchantedflameandflower · 5 months

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Hi ! Love your Billy content 🫠🫠 can I ask if you could write one where Billy and reader go out shopping together and it starts simple, they hold hand but then reader ask billy to hold her from behind as they walk and she starts teasing him, dry humping and then he put his fingers close to her mouth and she licks them etc etc

Hiiiiiiiiii! Once again, I don’t think I’m great at asks but I do love to try 🫠 Hopefully this is kind of somewhat close and at least a little enjoyable. Let me know!

Billy Butcher Masterlist

Never Enough

Billy x Reader

“Fuck!” you exclaimed under your breath, twisting your body around in ways you had never even tried before to attempt to tug on the very much stuck zipper at the back of your dress.

“Butcher?” you whisper-shouted, hoping he was still waiting just outside the dressing room door, but of course there was no answer.

You groaned to yourself. This dress was way too tight and you were all but bursting out of it. There was no way in hell you were going out into the store looking like this but you were starting to feel claustrophobic.

Taking a breath, or - well - trying to, you cracked open the dressing room door and peeked out. No one. “Billy!” you whisper-shouted again and thank fuck he appeared from around the corner. “My zipper is stuck, can you help me?”

He smirked and slipped in with you, locking the door behind him. “That code for somethin’ love?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, it’s actually stuck.”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathed as he caught sight of you, “give me a warnin’ next time…” his hazel eyes darkened as his gaze swept over your body.

All you could do was huff as you fidgeted underneath the weight of his hot gaze, equal parts uncomfortable in the stupid dress and turned on by the way he was looking at you. Thankfully he noticed.

“Aye, turn ‘round,” he finally said, but you did not miss the way his eyes continued to linger on your cleavage before you did.

“You gettin’ this one?” He tried to ask non-chalantly as he worked at the zipper.

“Nuh-uh,” you muttered. “I’ll just take that black one.” You needed something for an assignment tomorrow and you were tired of shopping. “I like clothes that come off easy. In case of an emergency.”

He gave a low chuckle. “Fair point, love. There got it.”

He drew the zipper down and you took an entirely relieved full breath. “Thank God,” you sighed.

“You’re welcome,” he grinned.

“Haha,” you answered, “now get out.”

“Not even grateful…” he tsked, as you pushed him out.

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Finally, shopping bag in hand, you made your way out of the store. Butcher seemed in an odd mood, but then both of you had been working day and night for a month. You realized this was the first time you’d been alone together (and not exhausted) in a couple weeks. And well, that dress had seemed to do something to him.

The sidewalk was crowded and Billy grabbed your hand the first time he saw some random guy glance in your direction. As you both slowed to move through a throng of people he let go of your hand to slide his hand over your lower back, keeping you close and steady. When you started walking again, his hand dipped down over your ass for a moment before he curled his hand possessively around your waist.

It wasn’t like him to be like this out in public, or around anyone really, but it was kind of nice and you smiled to yourself. “You’re handsy tonight,” you murmured for only him to hear when the two of you stopped at a corner waiting for the light to change.

He leaned close then, and you felt him pressing against you, his voice low and whisper soft against the shell of your ear. “I keep thinkin’ about your tits, soft and full spillin’ outta that dress. How they’d look in my hands after I ripped the dress off you. Those desperate, needy little sounds you make…”

Your heart stuttered in your chest. That was not what you had been expecting. You tilted your head to look back at him. His eyes were all glittering fire. “Oh?”

He smirked, and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you right here on the crowded sidewalk but he stopped an inch from your mouth. “Light’s green, love.”

“What?”

He nodded his head and you realized everyone was crossing. You shook your head to clear it and forced yourself to focus on getting back to your apartment. Damn him, but two could play that game.

As soon as you were alone in the elevator, he tugged you closer, but you were ready. Arching your back just a little, you pressed back against him. He was tall, but if you stretched you could nestle your ass back against him just where he liked it.

A harsh, low breath escaped him and his big hand caught your hip, holding you closer. It was only a second before you could feel his cock swelling and you smiled to yourself. “Okay back there?” you asked in a light voice.

“Oh, I’m bloody great, love…”

His other hand snaked around your waist and pressed against your stomach, keeping you close. You couldn’t help yourself, wriggling against his growing cock and he tugged you closer, pressing you tight. “Fuck, it’s been too long.”

The door to the elevator opened and it was all you could do to get through it. You had your apartment door open in half a second and then he had you pinned against the counter.

“It’s probably a good thing I didn’t get that dress or we’d never make it through the job tomorrow,” you laughed.

“Aye,” his hand wrapped possessively around you waist. “I might go back and get it just for me though…”

You laughed but then his mouth was on yours, hot and just a little demanding. He was fully hard now, and everything work and stress and life had made you forget the past few weeks was reawakened.

You slid your hand between the two of you but he caught your wrist before you could reach your prize. “Oi. Not yet,” he rumbled. “Me first.”

With his other hand, he reached up to flick open the top buttons of your shirt, his eyes eager and heated, but you weren’t one to give in.

You grabbed his hand, even while he still held your other, and drew two of his fingers into your mouth, sucking softly before letting them go again. “Please?” You looked up at him through your lashes, letting your tongue flick against his fingertips.

His answer was only a low growl and with the look in his eyes you knew you were in trouble. But you couldn’t wait.

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Please let me know if you like! I have two more asks I will be doing as soon as I can. A comment or reblog means more than anything!

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chaotic-iguana · 5 months

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♡ - fluff | ✿ - smut/18+ | ☾ - angst | generic masterlist

desperate (❀) - daddy! dom butcher.

in which butcher ties you up and teases you until you use your words like a big girl

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 2 years

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Jacket - Billy Butcher

Part of the fall writing prompts: “Did you bring a jacket?” “no” “here, take mine”

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Reader Word Count: 1,876 Synopsis: When the heat goes out in their apartment, Billy is forced to part with his favorite jacket in order to keep you warm.

Please send in more fall prompts!!

When Billy woke up, it wasn’t to a soft snore next to him, or the warmth of a body on top of his, or his favorite, a pair of lips on him. Instead, when he awoke in the tiny, shitty apartment The Boys had been renting, it was to the freezing cold air that ripped away every sense of comfort he had found in sleep.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, rolling over. You were sound asleep next to him, so wrapped up in the covers you had stolen from him, that only your nose was visible. It was pink from the cold.

Begrudgingly, Billy climbed out of bed and made his way into the hall. There had to be a thermostat he could punch to make this shithole at least inhabitable.

When he walked into the living room, in just his boxers and a t-shirt, he found MM and Frenchie both standing by the thermostat.

“I think I know this one,” he said, grinning at them, “How many cunts does it take to fix a bloody thermostat?” he asked.

“Fuck off, man,” MM said, only sparing him a glance, “We’re all freezing, and I doubt you want to call the super in here.” Billy took a look at the mess they had created. On the kitchen table were the early trappings of a bomb, Frenchie’s doing. Scattered around the living room were cut outs from newspapers about various Supes. And littered on nearly every surface was an empty bottle of alcohol.

“Just fucking fix it, alright? Frenchie?”

“I don’t know how,” he said simply.

“So you’re telling me that you can create a bomb with nothing but shit you pull out of your ass, but you can’t fix a goddamn thermostat?”

“You are more than welcome to try, Monsieur Charcutier,” Frenchie said, walking away from the thermostat.

“Just wait for the kid,” MM said, following Frenchie back down the hallway.

“Who knows when the hell he’ll be back from his little love nest with Starlight.”

“Better bundle up then,” MM said, slapping his shoulder as he past Billy. “Suppose to get to freezing temps today.”

“Lot of help you are,” he muttered, going to the thermostat. He was kidding himself if he actually thought there was anything he could do, but seeing as he could no longer feel his fingers, he might as well give it a go.

When he crawled in bed next to you five minutes later, you were still hogging the blankets, and the thermostat lay in two pieces, one clung to the wall, and one shattered on the floor.

Gently, he started to roll you out of the burrito of blankets you had built, hoping to find some room for himself.

“Why is it so fucking cold?” you asked, untangling yourself from the blankets.

“Thermostat’s out,” Billy said. “C’mere.” With the blankets now over the both of you, Billy wrapped you in his arms.

“You’re freezing,” you said, your eyes shut tight as you started to rub your hands up and down his back.

“I know, someone was hogging all the goddamn blankets.”

“Shut up,” you said sleepily. Billy let out a tut of laughter and tried to get comfortable. It was still early in the day, not even six in the morning. “Hold me tighter,” you complained. “When will Hughie be here to fix the thermostat?”

“Why does Hughie have to fix it?” he asked.

“Because if Frenchie could, it would have been fixed already. If you tried, you would end up ripping it off the wall.”

“I take offense to that.”

“Okay,” you said, yawning, “Go fix it then.”

“Just go to sleep,” he said, squeezing your shoulders as he kissed your forehead. You mumbled something incoherently.

You slept for the next two hours, and Billy didn’t mind that the entire time you never moved from his arms. Even with your body heat and the blankets wrapped around him, he was still freezing. When you woke up and braved going to the bathroom, Billy decided that he was done trying to keep warm in bed. He got dressed in his usual attire of jeans and a Hawaiian shirt, and topped it off with his black trench coat.

He moved out into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. He stood by the maker, trying to steal some of its warmth.

“When is Hughie getting here?” you asked, stepping into the kitchen yourself, also dressed for the day. You were wearing jeans and what looked like three pairs of socks, but on top you just wore a t-shirt.

“Did you bring a jacket?” he asked.

“No. I didn’t really think about my wardrobe when I quickly packed a bag and ran here with you. When is Hughie getting here?”

“Don’t know.”

“Well, did you call him?”

“No.”

“Billy, it’s cold as shit in here!” you said, removing your hand from under your arms to slap him gently. “Call him!”

“He’s off with Starlight, he’s not going to come down here for just a thermostat,” he said. You rolled your eyes and stomped over to the couch. Billy brought you one of the cups of coffee. You looked so small and pathetic sitting there, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, practically sinking into the couch cushions.

“Here,” he said, shrugging off his coat, “Take mine.”

“What?” you asked, looking up at him in disbelief.

“You’re shivering,” he said, sitting down next to you. “Put it on.”

“Won’t you be cold?”

“Just put the damn thing on before I change my mind,” he said with a smile. You smiled back at him and slipped into the coat. The sleeves were too long, so you scrunched it up a bit to slide your hands through. You took the coffee cup from him.

“Thank you,” you said, leaning in to kiss him.

“Can’t have my best girl getting frost bite now, can I?” he asked. You gave him a gentle smile like you knew he was trying to deflect and laid your head on his shoulder.

When MM, Frenchie, and Kimiko finally got up, they all stopped in their tracks the first time they walked into the living room. Billy told them all to fuck off, but neither of you missed the looks they exchanged or the smiles they had when they looked at you.

You cleaned up the coffee cups and when you stood up, the coat hung to the floor and drug behind you when you walked. Billy again glared at the Boys when they laughed at this sight. You were laughing, too, but it still bothered him.

Sometime before noon, after you had been sitting in an armchair with Kimiko, trying to steal each other’s warmth, you came up with the brilliant idea to have a dance party to warm up.

Billy watched from across the room, where he was trying to track down the whereabouts of a Supe, as you and Kimiko danced to a stupid Billy Joel record Hughie had left at the apartment. The sleeves of the jacket flapped up and down as you threw your hands in the air, and when you spun the jacket whipped around you like a cape. He would have smiled if MM hadn’t been staring at him.

In the afternoon, he was going to go out with MM to chase a lead they were following. You asked to tag along, but just the thought of you in his coat, with it’s too large shoulders that you were swimming in and tail that you seemed to keep tripping over, scared him half to death. He told you that it was best if just he and MM went, and that they would bring back more blankets and jackets.

The lead ended up going cold, and when Billy came home that night, freezing, he and MM each had a pile of blankets and a few sweatshirts under their arms. The apartment was quiet, Kimiko was watching an old VHS Frenchie had dug up, Frenchie was working silently next to her, and you were nowhere to be found.

Billy threw a few of the blankets and sweatshirts down on the couch and made his way to the small room the two of you shared. When he opened the door you were wrapped in an igloo of blankets, still wearing his jacket, your nose in a book.

“Hey,” you said, looking up at him with a smile.

“Hey,” he grumbled, kicking off his boots. He immediately climbed on the bed. He took the book from your hands and dropped it on the side table. You let out a strangled little laugh when he wrapped his arms around you and laid down on top of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“You’re hogging all the blankets and my coat.”

“You’re the one who made me wear it,” you said. He shifted the two of you so you could look into his eyes.

“And as cute as you looked in it, it was a bloody mistake,” he grumbled. You leaned in to kiss his freezing cold nose.

“You thought I looked cute?” you asked. “From the look on your face I figured you were annoyed that I was dragging it across the floor or something.”

“I was not annoyed with you.”

“Oh?” you asked. He let out a sigh and you smiled at him.

“I didn’t like the looks the Boys were giving you.”

“I did look rather scandalous in this giant coat,” you said. He rolled his eyes at you.

“I don’t like the Boys thinking I have a soft spot.”

“That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” you said, trying to pull out of his arms. He held you in place, a frown on his place.

“Let me finish, will you? It’s been a long time since I’ve let anyone get close, and I’m not used to showing that in front of others.”

“They know we’re together, though,” you said.

“They know what I want them to know,” he said. “They don’t need to know that I could barely stand the sight of you shaking, so much so, that I gave up my favorite jacket that you did mercilessly drag across the floor, and nearly froze my balls off, because I prefer that than having you cold for even a second.

“And you looked damn cute in my coat, and even downright tantalizing,” he said, leaning in close. You smiled at him and kissed him, your hand cupping his face. When you broke apart you snuggled into his chest.

“That was really sweet,” you said, “But also really stupid. You could have just called Hughie and he would have fixed it. You could have kept your coat and your dignity in front of the Boys.”

“Be that as it may,” he said, “It was worth it to see you in my jacket.”

“If it weren’t so damn cold in here maybe I’d wear it for you. Just the jacket.”

“Once I start to feel things down there I’ll gladly lend you the coat again.”

“Oh, you’re not ever getting this back.”

“Shut up,” he said, kissing your forehead as he tucked you in closer.

“I like being your soft spot,” you said dreamily.

“So do I.”

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Helios - Chapter 3

Billy Butcher x reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Fem!reader, violence, a tad bit of fluff, sex, oral sex, fingering, big age gap, explicit language, quickie, hickeys, pervert Homelander, semi public sex

A/N: I had a huge writers block and couldn't finish this chapter for 3 weeks but it's finally here!

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Previous Chapter

Wordcount: 3990 (around)

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In last chapter:

‘’About that...’’

Hughie’s words made you comprehend why he even came to you. Up to that moment you didn’t even realize you never told him where you lived, you haven’t even talk to each other! Butcher must have sent him to persuade you. That sick motherfucker knew too well how to handle you.

‘’What is it?...’’

You asked giving in. You decided that if you had to help them, you’d do it just for that poor dumplin Hughie, who’s girlfirend got run into and killed by fucking A-Train. And that’s how it started, another adventure with Butcher. God... Why did you always had to get yourself in some shit...

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Chapter 3 - Sunset

And that's how you found yourself there, in an abandoned restaurant, with Hughie, Butcher and some two other guys you've never met. You and Hughie stood in the doorframe watching Billy trying to calm down – what you've managed to catch - Mother's Milk and Frenchie. By their shouts you figured they know eachother for some time already, and you wondered why Butcher didn’t tell you about his other pals. Did they knew about you? Or were they just as clueless as you? Hughie's cough somehow brought their attention to you but just for a brief moment.

„NOT NOW! „

They shouted in your direction and went back to fighting, until Butcher realized why Hughie left earlier. He turned around rapidly after pushing boys away, making Frenchie fall down.

„What the FUCK is SHE doing here?! „

The man walked up to you angrily, his fists clenched ready to punch the shit out of Hughie, but you knew he wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t even try or it would be him who'd get hurt. You looked up confused at the boy. Wasn't it Butcher who sent him to you?

„We need her help okay? He won't talk with us, but she's one of them. Maybe he’ll listen to her! "

Billy huffed and shot you a glare which you returned with just as much anger as him.

„I could've gotten this out of him without her! Good ol' beating and torture. I don't need some fucking ally, or shit! Get her outta' here! "

His words made your heart hurt a tad, but you pushed that feeling aside, clenched your asscheeks and stood up to him as you always would. Ain't no man gonna break your heart nor speak to you like that.

„Oh really? Then I guess you didn't need my help the last time. And the previous one. And the previous one... Want me to keep counting? Tell me, how long are you sitting here and how many times did you try to... Whatever you try to do? "

You turned to Hughie with a murderous look, ready to kill Butcher.

„A few days... "

The boy said quietly, shrinking under your glare and tone of voice.

„And how long did it took you with my help, hm?"

Turning to Butcher with the same face you gave Hughie, made the older man seem like a hurt puppy too. Only you were able to make the allmight William Butcher feel small and scared. He looked down embarrassed and mumbled under his nose.

„Less than few hours... "

„Excuse me? I couldn’t hear you”

„Less than few hours! "

He shouted, stomping his foot like a baby and earning a devilish smirk from you.

„Exactly! So let's do it quickly so I can go home before midnight”

The boys were impressed by your ability to shush Billy, you sure were going to be admired by them. Frenchie motioned for you to follow him, and so you did, walking down the stairs to the basement where the horror happened.

„The fuck... There's nothin in there! "

You hissed annoyed while looking through a window of the ‘cell'. The aluminum foil on the ceiling, metal cage connected to electricity... All that didn't make sense to you. Turning around, you saw the boys' faces were pale, almost white, fear in their eyes as they looked at you. Soon it hit you. Which superhero, close to Homelander, was invisible? Which one, because of their powers, could easily be electrocuted? Translucent. Your face went white, shoulders slumping down, head spinning and on verge of tears. Even though you hated the seven, you hated what they actually did, you hated the company their worked for, they still were the people you kind of grew up with. The people who raised you, shaped you. Besides he had a wife – ex wife, but still – and a son! And you knew them yourself. You leaned against the wall to not loose your balance and fall down. A lump formed in your throat and you were unable to form words for a short while.

„Please... Please don't tell me it's Translucent... "

You choked out. Their faces said everything and they didn’t have to answer. You turned to the wall and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, then wiped your eyes and straightened yourself before turning back.

„Gimme the key”

Frenchie threw you the key and you quickly unlocked the cell, then shut the door behind yourself. You kneeled down in front of the cage and shot Translucent a soft smile.

„Helios?... What are you doing here? A-are those motherfuckers keeping you hostage too?... "

The man said while appearing to you and you could hear the hurt in his voice.

„Y-yes... Yes they do... "

You lied with a sigh and flopped down.

„Haven’t seen you for a long time... Stillwell said you died of a heart attack, but I knew that was bullshit. Maverick misses you, you know... We all do... "

His words brought warmth to your heart and made tears spill from your eyes. You chuckled softly while wiping them away. You knew it wasn’t a 100% true, but it still was nice to hear it. Aside the fact that he paraded around Vought tower naked most of the time, Translucent was really a nice and smart guy. He was the one to help you with your homework, whenever you needed it, and the one to tell the actually funny dad jokes. You had to admit you missed those nice moments from the tower.

„I promise I'll visit him one day. But now you need to understand... If you won't tell them whatever they need, sooner or later they'll find a way to kill you... "

„They already did... "

„Wha-"

Translucent’s statement made your heart skip a beat and body freeze. You could never think they could be that smart to actually find a way to kill him. What could it even be? Wasn't he indestructible after all?

„They put a bomb up my ass... "

„They... They did what?! Oh my god... I think I'm really gonna have a heart attack... Just- Just tell them what they want okay? "

You shot up and rushed out of the cell furiously. After shutting the door you stomped up to Butcher, grabbed the collar of his shirt and shook him.

„Excuse me?! What the actual fuck?! Why did you put a bomb in him??! "

„Big brain, ain't we? "

He smirked down at you earning a juicy slap across his face, with all the strength you had, almost knocking him down.

„I like you... Rough, but... That was too much Sugar... "

Billy mumbled while scrambling off the floor. The boys chuckled at the miserable state of Butcher in your presence but you quickly shut them up with just one look. It would be an understatement if they said they were scared of you. As much as you wanted to shout your guts out at the men, tell them they are crazy psyhopaths, that their out of their minds and that there are other options to deal with that, you knew you couldn’t. You couldn’t because you'd burst out and reveal the truth about your life. And then, knowing Butcher, they would really keep you hostage and use as a bargaining card.

„Listen Buttercup... You know well how we deal with that. Ya helped me do that after all. So don't say you're surprised. He saw our faces, which means he'd spill out, which means – he has to die. Want me to spell it out for ya, Miss smarty pants? "

You huffed, steam blowing out your ears. But then you remembered something.

„And how are you gonna deal with Homelander? He'll hear the explosion, come here and kill ya”

„We'll sic ya on him "

That grin... That sick grin you both hated and loved appeared on his face. After a few more minutes of the quarrel -when in meanwhile Frenchie and M.M. stated that you act like an old married couple - you heard cars pull up.

„Vought "

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After dealing with Vought and Homelander you heard a loud boom in the basement. Hughie. You literally flew down stairs and the sight made you sick. The cell was opened, Hughie stood in the middle of the blood and guts stained room, his heart thumping like crazy, the detonator in his hand.

„What... What have you done... "

A whisper escaped your lips before you almost puked. You tried to run back upstairs but your had spun so bad you were hitting the walls. Finally out of the building with M.M's help, you gripped onto a trash can and vomited your insides out. The man held your hair up and rubbed your back until Billy came to change him. He felt bad you had to see that, as that was the most gruesome thing you saw while working with him.

“And you're... You're surprised I hate working with you... "

Sighing you looked up at him. Makeup smeared all across your face, cheeks wet from tears that were still slowly falling down. You looked terrible, but for him... For him you looked beautiful. You always did.

„M’sorry... I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have ever asked you for any help... “

You shot him a confused look. He never truly apologized to you, never. Shaking your head you fought the urge to embrace him and ignored his sad puppy look.

„Call me when you done cleaning. I'll get rid of the remainings”

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You never thought you’ll find yourself at the Believe Expo ever again. A much as you loved going there when you were young, learning about God and the believes and meeting new people, now you hated the only thought. Walking around dressed all black, sunglasses resting on your nose and a hood on your head, wasn’t easy. It was so hot you were practically melting, but you couldn’t take your disguise off or someone would recognise you. A lot of people actually knew you there, starting from the bodyguards, through priests ending at sellers. Going there was a huge risk nonetheless, but you couldn’t let the boys go alone. They had no idea how to behave at such place – especially Billy... With hands in the pocket of your hoodie, Milk and Billy on your either side with Hughie in front, you strode through the square full of stalls, surrounded by various young and older people. Everytime you passed a stall full of stuff with your father’s face on, an uncomfortable shiver run trough your body and you felt as if someone was watching you.

Soon a young, blonde girl came to your sight. Starlight was her name, if you remembered right. She was so much like younger you and despite being the newest member of the seven you bet she was Homelander’s favourite. Hughie left your group and quickly joined her, then the two walked away.

‘’They look cute together’’

You admitted with a soft smile which dropped the moment you heard Butcher argue with one of the sellers. Rolling your eyes annoyed you motioned to M.M. to pull him away, while you apologize.

‘’It’s okay dear. It’s good thing that you took your dad here. May God have mercy on him’’

The older man said with a warm smile while you just nodded and run away. We’re you really looking like Butcher’s kid in that attire? You hoped not. Just as much as you hoped he didn’t hear the man’s words.

‘’I may not be your dad, but I sure can be your daddy’’

Billy smirked down at you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling close. He heard everything perfectly and you couldn’t fool him.

„You wish”

You hissed but didn’t pull away to Butcher’s surprise.

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When the time came your father flew to the stage and started his stupid speech. His words made you shiver the whole time, making Billy question your behavior. When the speech came to an end you took of your sunglasses, Homelander's sight immediately falling to you, as if he knew you we're there, your eyes piercing through each other with hatred and sadness. John noticed the dark haired man glued to your side and frowned. Was hooking up with his victim’s husband a way to angry him? A way to remind him of what he did? He had no idea, but was more than keen to find out. And you were more than keen to angry him even more. You already had a plan. While Hughie managed to snuck into a meeting with Ezekiel, thanks to Annie, you sent Milk off to look for something. In meantime you dragged Billy into a staff tent behing Ezekiel’s. The man looked at you confused before you pressed yourself against him, your lips attacking his.

‘’Woah ,woah, woah... What’s gotten into ya Moonie?’’

He asked after pulling away, which doesn’t mean he didn’t kiss back - quite the contrary – he kissed back even more passionately than you did. That’s when you started to have a weird feeling it was a bad idea to begin with, but decided to continue nonetheless.

‘’Well... Thought you could show me what a great daddy you can be’’

Biting your lip your hands traced down his torso slowly unbuttoning his - what everyone except of you would call - ugly hawaiian shirt.

‘’Here? Didn’t thought America’s sweetheart could be a little perv-’’

You cut him off by harshly pulling his chest hair. He winced a little but soon a smirk came back to his face.

‘’Okay, okay... Whateva you wish for princess’’

Leaning down he captured your lips. This time the kiss was more hungry, as if he was starved of you. And he was. After the second kiss his lips met your neck and left a trail of hickeys down to your collar bone. Huge palms gently gripped your asscheeks picking you up and placing down on a table nearby. He got rid of your hoodie with one swift motion and stared at your full breasts afterwards. You bit your lip softly, his only gaze making you wet, and unclasped your bra letting it fall down to the ground.

‘’God dammit Doll...’’

He groaned before attacking your chest with his plump lips. His beard tickled your skin and left red, itchy marks, but you couldn’t care less as you indulged in pleasure.

When Homelander was about to baptised people he could hear rustling and moans coming out of the tent behind the one he was in. He stared into the wall while Ezekiel talked, his brows furrowing deeply when he noticed your immoral actions through the thin material, thanks to his super vision. His heart started to beat faster with every second of watching Butcher staining you with sins, the vain on his forehead about to pop. You knew well he was watching you, that was the whole plan, otherwise you wouldn’t let Billy touch you like that. Not yet at least. When Butcher slipped his hand inside your sweatpants and panties, pressing his thumb to your aching clit you moaned out quietly.

‘’Mmm... Daddy... ‘’

Your words made Homelander’s jaw clench, especially that now your head was turned towards him, innocent blue eyes watching him with your super vision while Billy destroyed you, and even though he wanted to stop it, save his fallen angel from the brute he couldn’t because of the situation he was in. Soon Ezekiel’s words got him out of trance. Your moans made it hard for him to focus though, and he almost drowned Hughie – partly because of that and partly because he wanted to threaten you and the boy.

Billy was really skillful for a person who allegedly didn’t have sex in a long time. His digits slowly dragged through your folds a few times, getting coated in your slick before he pushed one of them inside you easily. He groaned into your ear feeling how wet you were. Gasping into his shoulder, your nails dug into his back.

„B-Billy... W-we don’t have much time... "

You barely mumbled out after the man pushed another finger inside of you and moved them slowly. He whimpered when your hand slid down his torso to grip his growing erection through the fabric of his jeans. You felt empty when his fingers left your hole, a soft wince escaping your lips. Butcher quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants with boxers slightly down, enough to pull out his member and pull them back up in case, while you shimmied out of your own. Grabbing your hand the man brushed it against your folds, gathering your wetness, then put it around his throbbing cock giving it a few pumps.

„You're so big... "

You whispered almost drooling. It felt embarrassing to think of his girth in the past, but it looked just as you imagined it to. Butcher lined himself against you then slowly pushed inside, earning a little bit too loud moan from you.

„Hey, hey. I know it feels good but we can't get caught can we? "

Billy grinned and you rolled your eyes, before locking them with his when he started to move. At first it was slow and deep, hitting all the juicy spots, but after a few seconds it got fast, hectic, starved, and you didn’t mind. It felt so good that for a moment you forgot about the real purpose of your actions. You burried his face between your breasts. He kissed and sucked them leaving your nipples sore while you once again looked in the direction where your father earlier was. He was gone now though and you let a dissatisfied groaned leave your lips. Billy stopped hearing your groan and looked up at you from between your boobs.

„Everythin okay? Did I do something wrong? "

The look on his face wasn’t confused, rather worried that he might have hurt you, which he wouldn’t like to do at all cost. It was the first time you saw him so worried about you and it felt funny considering what the two of you were doing. Your heart felt warm in that moment and you laughed softly, a reassuring smile on your face as you stroked his hair.

„No, no. Everything’s alright, don't worry”

„You sure? "

Nodding you gave him permission to continue and so he did. You had to admit the sex felt really good and you kind of wished to repeat it one day but in more comfortable surroundings. It took you only a few minutes to cum thanks to Billy's ministrations on your sensitive bud, but you felt it would take the man longer to get off. For a man his age he could last quite long. You pulled away from him, his member still standing firmly after leaving your pussy, then dropped down to your knees. The moment you licked it you felt Butcher's hand in your hair, fingers intertwining with the strands and the palm softly pushing you further after you took him in your mouth. But it wasn’t the only thing you felt. The other one was your father, once again observing the two of you and your actions. The corners of your mouth lifted when you noticed him now watching you from behind the scene, that familiar look of rage once again painted on his face brought happiness to you. Billy's quiet groans and whimpers filled the tent signaling both his pleasure and the fact that he was close. You didn’t want to waste any more time and started to bob your head rapidly every time trying to take more and more of him, which was hard because of your gag reflex. Soon his cock twitched and palm pressed your head all the way down, keeping it there for a few seconds while he spilled his hot seed inside, before pulling away to let you breathe. Smiling down at you the man breathed heavily, then picked you up and placed once again on the table. He gathered himself, then after wiping your face and womanhood with a tissue he found in your pants, he pulled them back on. Excpet, he forgot your panties.

„Billy..."

You frowned and crosses your arms over your already fully clothed chest.

„What? Can't I have a little souvenir? "

Butcher grinned at you, his hands stuffing your black panties in the back pocket of his jeans. You just rolled your eyes with a small smile you couldn’t help.

„Go find Milk, I still need to do something "

You ordered which he quickly obeyed and left after one last remark of how hot the whole situation was. Shortly after he left, someone walked in. Walking around you they stopped in front, a deep frown on their face while a bright, foolish grin graced yours.

‘’Well, well, well... Who do we have here’’

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