i want to be yours, bb

toxic ex butcher who just won't leave you alone.

It's been months since you two broke up and he still won't leave you alone. Stalks you on every social media platform you have. Regardless of you having him blocked. He'll go as far as to use MM's or Hughie's accounts because he knows your still cool with them. Gets off on all the pictures you post. Whether it's you on a picnic with some of your friends or one of your more raunchy photos you like to take every once in a while.

Has Kimiko literally stalk you when you go out and he is able to locate you. It's not like you would every know because she is great at what she does. Send Butcher pics of you doing mundane things like getting your hair done and going book shopping. He ends up with a collection from when you were together to when you guys broke up.

Shows up all the bars you do and pulls you away from your friends. They unfortunately still love him, so they allow him to whisk you away to the bar. passing you shot after shot while he takes twice as much as you and it just makes him want you even more.

And as much as you act like you hate him and he was such a terrible guy you always end up in his lap letting him grab and grope you. Sloppy kisses on your neck which you have to cover before you go home to your boyfriend.

Always shows up to your house after your boyfriend goes to work just to fuck you. wakes you up out of your sleep with his dick rutting against your thighs like a dog. You wake up to him grunting, precum spilling onto your thighs and tummy. Smirks when he notices your eyes are finally opened. As much as you may whine and complain he doesn't stop because you never explicitly tell him to leave.

Listens to your complains about him messing up your pajamas but you never tell him to stop. His heavy dick moves along your ass when he presses his body. "Sitting here acting like your such a moral being. What would your boyfriend think {♡}?"

Your hands weakly slapped against his chest. Fake attempts to get him off of you. "I hate you so much. You're so disgusting." Your lies couldn't convince a child, much less him. Gripping your thighs he pushed them apart more letting his fat dick slap against your tummy.

Butcher was always amused by the fixation you had on his hands- catching your gaze when he’d talk and make gestures with them, when you’d curl into his side on the couch and fidget with his fingers- he’d never say it but you could tell he was flattered by your admiration.

The fixation was also an indication of when you needed him. Badly.

Those light traces turned into feathery kisses on his skin, kisses turning into you pulling a thumb between your lips- gazing to him with your big eyes as you swirl your tongue along it.

“Look at you…” he’d mutter, pressing his thumb down on your tongue. “A little worked up hm? Need a little bit of a fix?”

You’d nod, engulfing the digit further as he gave a pleased hum.

follow up to this! part 1 - After rescuing you and the others from the Freedom Camp, Butcher needs you right back in his arms where you belong. When the two of you hear the others "reuniting" Butcher is determined to out do them. This is the morning after (with Terror cameos!)

~*~*~*~

A soft knock on the classroom door roused you from a deep, peaceful sleep. The blissful, healing kind you hadn’t had in more than a year. So even though you heard it, you couldn’t be bothered to move. The fact that the doors had windows and whoever was knocking could see right in didn’t feel like a concern either. After last night, surely they all knew now anyway. 

At first, Billy ignored the knock as well, barely shifting at the noise. But when the knock came again, he grumbled, low and rough like an irritated jungle cat. You felt Terror wriggle as well, lifting his head to see who was about to visit him. Though you were laying across Butcher’s chest, Terror had some how managed to squirm his way between yours and Billy’s legs, cuddled up in a warm nest of blankets and warmth between you. 

But that knock came again to disrupt it all. You felt Billy move beneath you, then came the inevitable - “Oi. Wha’ the bleedin’ ‘ell do ya want?”

“Hey, you two. Sleep well?”

The door opening and Hughie’s cheery voice seemed to slice right through the comfy peace.

“Ah quite ace until you barged in, just now,” Butcher grumbled. “At least we did after ya stopped makin’ all that racket las’ night.”

“Us?” Hughie snorted. You could just picture him in your mind’s eye crossing his arms with that look of incredulity. “You two were way louder.”

You could feel that smug, pleased smirk Billy was probably giving Hughie right now. 

“To bloody right we were, an’ don’t ya forget it, son.”

A soft laugh bubbled up from you and Billy tightened his arm around your shoulders. You finally blinked your eyes open as Terror got up and started trying to climb over Billy’s large body. Hughie was standing in the doorway, looking just as you pictured. 

“Now wha’ did you bloody come in ‘ere for?” Billy harped even as he lifted his hand to rub Terror’s scruff with affection. He lifted Terror’s pudgy little body and helped him off the low bed.

“Ahh - “ Hughie watched the domestic scene with a look of something like shocked bewilderment and it made you laugh softly again.

“Frenchie made breakfast…waffles and bacon and everything,” Hughie shifted his gaze to you then, his expression softening. “I know that was something you were…looking forward to - when we, ah, broke out of the camp.”

That deserved at least the effort of a little attention. You shifted so you could see him better but you were too comfy to peel yourself off Butcher’s warm chest, You let a warm smile light your face. “Thanks, Hughie. That’s really nice. We’ll be there in a little bit. I don’t mind warming it back up.”

By that point, Terror had trotted across the room and he wiggled and barked at Hughie by the door, looking up at him expectantly. 

“Oi, steady on boy, I’ll take ya out in a mo’.” You could feel the vibration of Billy’s rumble from his chest. 

“I’ll take him,” Hughie offered. “I’m cool with it.”

“Aye,” Butcher relented. “Much appreciated. Make sure the little bugger don’t get in ta anything.”

“Will do,” Hughie answered and then they were gone, shutting the door once more.

Billy shifted then, tugging you closer and you looked up at him, your eyes meeting his hazel in the soft morning light.

For a man who always had a quip or a crude joke ready, words suddenly seemed to feel very unnecessary when you were together like this.

His gaze dropped to your lips, just for a second, before flicking back up to your eyes and his fingers pressed just a little harder into your skin as if he couldn't help it.

The silence settled between you until finally, with a pleased smirk, he leaned in and closed the gap.

You moaned gratefully when his mouth met yours, and Butcher groaned, deep and guttural, as rolled over to pin you against the mattress.

His tongue slid against yours demanding and sultry, and he yanked you impossibly closer while his other tangled in your hair, gripping hard enough to make you gasp into his mouth.

Butcher kissed like he fought: relentless, dominant, all-consuming. Every nip of teeth, every swipe of his tongue was a claim, like he could brand the taste of himself onto your lips if he just took enough.

Your hand slid to the nape of his neck and you threaded your fingers into his hair. Heat spread through you like wildfire and you and you tried to kick the blankets away. You only wanted to feel him.

He noticed you kicking, felt the sudden movement of your hips, and that was enough.

The blankets hit the floor in a tangled pile as he slid over you, caging you against the sheets. His body was a solid wall of muscle pressing you into the mattress, hard and warm and everywhere all at once.

“Should we see if we can do better, luv?” Butcher grinned mischievously. 

He didn’t give you a chance to respond as he shifted his mouth down to your jaw, your neck, the curve of your collarbone, nipping, leaving marks he knew damn well would be visible to everyone.

When he slotted one knee between your thighs, you pulled him closer, a breathy, wanton sigh escaping. 

His hands roamed everywhere, rough and hungry, claiming every inch like he was trying to memorize you with touch alone after too much time without your skin beneath his hands.

“Billy…” you moaned his name, writhing beneath his weight as he made your body come alive for him.

The sound of his name on your lips was damn near intoxicating. He groaned against your skin, hands tracing a rough trail down your body.

Every little sound you made was like gasoline on a fire: the quiet moans, the way your hips arched into his, the breathless pleading of his name. It pushed him further, deeper into the need to touch you, taste you, take you.

He lifted his head just enough to look down at you, breathless and wild.

"Say it again."

“Billy,”” you panted.

His name on your lips, again, raw and just for him, had his grip tightening on your hip, his fingers digging in deep enough to leave bruises.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he groaned, the words barely discernible. His teeth grazed your earlobe as he tugged, sharp and claiming, before his mouth crashed back down on yours.

The kiss was filthy, all tongue and teeth, and when he finally pulled back for air, he was breathing just as hard as you were.

“Can’t get enough of that sound, luv.”

You shivered at his rough voice, sliding your fingers through his hair as you met his gaze again. 

His hand found your bare thighs, rough and hot against your skin. That soft gasp from your lips was all the invitation he needed and his fingers squeezed just enough.

"Perfect," he growled, mouth against your neck. "God, you're perfect, love."

His hand slid up to cup your breast and his thumb dragged over your nipple in slow, deliberate circles, just enough pressure to make your back arch, just enough friction to steal your breath.

Then his lips were there, hot and wet against your ear, voice raw with honesty.

“Fuckin’ missed you so much thought I were gonna lose me mind.”

A nip of teeth. Another rough stroke of his thumb.

"Every curve, every sound, every inch of this body, fuck." His voice dropped to pure gravel.

"Know what you do to me?"

“Show me.”

A low, dangerous noise tore from his throat at your words, half growl, half groan, before his hand slid down your body with purpose.

His fingers trailed over your stomach, your hip, finally, finally, dipping between your thighs to find you already soaked for him.

"Like that?" he rasped, pressing one thick finger against your entrance, not pushing in yet, just teasing, just letting you feel it.

"Or like this?"

His calloused thumb circled your clit, slow, torturous, as his teeth sank into the soft skin of your neck.

A desperate cry left your throat before you could control it, your body rocking into his hand as pleasure flooded through you.

That cry, fuck, that sound, had his cock throbbing. He swallowed it with a kiss, as he finally slipped one thick finger inside you, curling it just right.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips when you clenched around him.

His thumb kept working your clit in rough circles while the other hand braced beside your head, boxing you in completely, trapped under him and loving it.

“Billy…fuck…” you moaned, already close. His hands were fucking magic, but now you wanted his cock. “Billy…need you…”

His name on your lips like a prayer, begging for him, was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever heard. "Got you," he growled, adding a second finger, stretching you as his thumb pressed harder on your clit, making you clench around him.

He kissed down your throat, biting at the column of it. "Come for me first, pet. Wanna watch."

 A needy whimper turned into a desperate cry that seemed to echo in the room. Even his low rough voice gave you pleasure. Tightening you fingers in his hair, you arched your back, spreading your thighs further apart, just wanting more of him.

He felt the shift in your body like a live wire, and your thighs spreading wider for him… He took it as an invitation.

He doubled down; his fingers pistoned harder inside you, curling just right on every thrust while his thumb rubbed rough circles over your swollen clit. His mouth latched onto the exposed column of your throat, sucking hard enough to bruise.

"Right there," he rasped against damp skin, feeling you tighten around him.

It only took another moment before you were coming hard, crying out, moaning, nearly sobbing. Your body clamped down tight, pulsing and trembling and the second you clenched around his fingers, Butcher lost it.

A feral sound ripped from his chest as he rode out your orgasm with relentless strokes, drawing every last tremor and whimper from you with insistent strokes.

"Bloody gorgeous," he muttered through gritted teeth before finally slowing to gentle pumps as the waves subsided. His lips found yours again in a searing kiss, messy and hungry, tasting the salt of your tears on your cheeks.

You pressed your thighs together as overstimulation took you for a moment and your body was still trembling and you clung to him. “I haven’t come that hard in a long time,” you mumbled, still trying to catch your breath.

Billy chuckled, low and smug, but warm as he admired your flushed skin, and savored the way you clung to him like a lifeline.

"Good," he murmured against your temple, pressing a kiss there before he suddenly flipped you onto your tummy and his hand came down on your ass cheek with a crack - not too harsh, but just enough to sting.

“My turn,” he rumbled; all you could do was moan eagerly in reply.

~*~*~*~

season 5 alternate ending

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FREE USE WITH BILLY BUTCHER starts off slow. It’s probably your idea, cause you just want him to feel good all the time. Whether he has the energy to ask for it or not. He’ll come home to you tired; you’re in bed, almost asleep, and he just slips in from behind.

“Fuckin’ soaked!”

“Always for you, Butcher.”

He thrusts hard, deep, until he comes inside you. He leaves himself inserted and you both fall asleep.

The next morning, he’ll catch you making breakfast in nothing but his shirt from the other night, and he just slips in. You moan, truly not expecting it. Though, you really should start expecting it. This was your life now.

“Morning.”

He shushes you, “No talking, just fucking.”

You nod. He plays with your clit til you’re biting your lip and you come. He comes immediately after you. He pulls out and smiles when he sees the come start dripping down your inner thighs. He slaps your ass then takes a seat at the dinner table.

It slowly gets more and more intense.

You’ll be watching TV, just snuggling on the couch, almost asleep. And, out of the blue, he’ll pull his dick out, bring you into his lap (your back facing him, so you can still watch TV. He’s considerate like that.) and enters you quickly. You moan as your warm cunt flutters around him. Every time he enters you, you’re reminded how fucking huge he is. It’s somehow a surprise every time.

He plays with your clit; pinching it, twisting it, flicking it, til he’s got you coming. One orgasm after another. He’s holding back though. He wants you cock warming him, he wants you stretched for as long as he can stand.

And he lasts a long fucking time. You lose track of time, you’re so come drunk, cock dumb. You’re mumbling incoherently; saying you’re sensitive, you can’t take another orgasm, he’s too big, you’re too stretched.

He ignores you. And just when you think he’s winding down, he thrusts into you violently til he comes. Letting out a guttural moan.

“You’re so fucking good to me, love.”

“I’m all yours. As long as you want to use me, as much as you want me. Whenever, wherever.” You’ve given him the spiel before, but you love how he moans when you remind him.

🪼anon

And you know he’d fucking love it.

There was no subtly when it came to his title, ever since he saw your cheeks and the tips of your ears turn bright red when he said “Daddy’s home” he was taking it in stride, to make you squirm and to boost his ego.

He’d come home, finding you lounging on the couch with a welcoming grin on your lips. No time wasted in leaning over you to pepper your face in kisses, feeling the delicious scratch of his beard.

“Mm… ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He’d mutter, moving his mouth to suck onto your neck- grinning against it as he hears your breath hitch.

“Missed you, Billy…”

“Nuh uh… not Billy sweetheart.” He’d tease, tilting your chin up to hold your gaze.

“What’s my name?”

You’d blush, your body tingling with excitement of what’s to come…

“…daddy.”

“Thaaats it, good girl…”

And then of course, when his cock was driving into you- he couldn’t hold back his filthy mouth.

“Daddy’s cock feels good don’t it, sweetheart? Cmon, tell me how fuckin’ good it is.”

And when you’d moan out incoherent words, all fucked dumb from his cock he’d just taunt you even more.

Butcher’s two fingers are all he needs to make you beg for more. He loves how you squirm as soon as he flicks your clit. Your wet slick greets him. Your warm, tight walls hug his thick fingers. His fingers curl and hit all the right spots. He doesn’t pull them out when you reach climax.

The pulsing sensation of your clenched walls after your orgasm is Butcher’s favorite. He slathers your wetness onto his twitching, hard cock. You can see his pre-cum mixed with your slick. He doesn’t need lubricant, especially when it’s your peak season. His cock now glistens with your ecstasy and his own.

Butcher’s tip lightly taps your clit, strings of slick visible once more. The plapping sounds are music to his ears as he slowly drags his full length from your entrance to your clit. It’s not in yet, but you can’t help yourself. A needy whimper escapes your lips as you beg him to put it in, your hips lifting in silent invitation.

Not yet

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he watches your frustration grow. He’s in no hurry. Tonight, he’s going to make you wait for every inch.

“Come on, make a mess out of him”

Butcher hitting it from the back and his arms got you in a headlock. His beard scratching your neck and his breath in your ear as he grunts and mumbles incoherently. His tummy fitting perfectly against your back and since he’s already so heavy, so he uses all his weight on top of you to keep you pinned down in one spot so you can’t move. Using as much force in his hips to fuck you and the slapping noise is so wet it’s making your thighs a mess.

Yeah…eepy thoughts🙂‍↕️

AGHHH I LOVE THIS. I NEED NEED NEED IT

Sure! Now, this is definitely incomplete; these are the ones I use most often. If you have any to add, please do!

“The Smut Writer’s Dictionary”

Arousal/Anticipation

hot

warm

burn

ache

heat

swell

red/pink flush

roil

dizzy

foggy

rush of [heat, for example]

heavy

heady

intoxicating

thick [air/atmosphere]

thrum

ignite

desire

pulse quickened

tempt

tantalizing

throb

excite

prickle

tingle

turn on

What People Look Like

disheveled

blissed out

eyes glazed over

eyes rolled back in head

flushed

sweaty

glistening

mouth open

eyes closed

General Movement

clutch

crawl

slap

swat

smack

nuzzle

fidget

squirm

fast

slow

lift

fold

embrace

melt into/against

bend

shove

wiggle

wriggle

tuck

glide

clenching/unclenching

General Touching

caress

graze

brush

stimulate

flick

massage

skim

drag

shiver

goosebumps

flutter

grope

fondle

pet

pleasure [as in: pleasured himself]

nudge

stroke

feather-light

tease

probe

wander

knead

capture

grip

Kissing/Rimming

suck

bite 

nibble

lick

slide

wet

flick tongue at/against

bite

bury [his face] in

ravish

dip [tongue into]

weave lips together

capture [his] lips

press a kiss against

drop a kiss to [body part]

Noises

grunt

growl

moan

groan

sigh

breath hitching

gasp

sharp intake of breath

exhale

cry

keen

whimper

whine

hoarse

ragged

garbled

strangled

croak

shout

Verbs for Speaking

breathe

whisper

sigh

gasp

groan

moan

grunt

growl

order

snap

spat

cry

murmur

mumble

beg

whimper

whine

croak

Preparation

finger

open [himself] up

work [himself] open

pump [fingers/toy] in and out

spread

shove

slick/slicken

lubed [himself] up

Blow Job

lick

suck

envelop

wet

mouth at [something]

slobber

dripping

flick tongue at/against

blow

drool

Hand Job/Masturbation

pump

twist

squeeze

rub

fondle

cup

stroke

palm

tap

grip

Dry Humping

grind

rub

rock

hump

roll hips together/against

Fucking

push in

press in/against

slide in

breach

pop in

bury [himself] in/into/inside

in to the hilt

penetrate

sink down on

split open

tight

fill

roll

thrust

drive

pound

rock

bounce

buck

slam

meld

frantic

fuse

pace [fast or slow, for example]

clench

grind

Orgasm/Words for Feeling Pleasure

come/cum

climax

peak

topple over

fall over

tumble over

let go

spill

contract

convulse

writhe

quiver

shiver

shudder

shoot

tremble

ejaculate

pulse

pulsate

twitch

arch [his back]

blissed out

spasm

burst

reeling

throb

tremor

ecstasy

swallow

shockwaves

release

spurt

jerk

Taste

tangy

sweet

bitter

salty

Smell

musky

heady

intoxicating

tangy

sweet

Cooldown/Cleanup

sticky

sweaty

glistening

chest heaving

wipe

dab

wash

spent

soften

flagged [as in: his cock flagged]

fulfilled

satisfied

left reeling

cuddle

snuggle

plaster [as in: plastered themselves together OR plastered to each other’s side]

flop around

boneless

limp

Words to Describe Cock

cock

dick

shaft

tip

ridge

hard

firm

glisten

thick

length

red

flushed

engorged

throbbing

quivering

twitching

Words to Describe Feelings/Touches/Movements/Sensations

gentle

soft

rough

hard

fervid 

feverish

fervor

passionate

vulnerable

exposed

sensual

silky

fleeting

prickle

tingle

tender

warm

electric

spark

Misc. Smutty Words and Phrases

with abandon

need

want

overcome

erupt in [goosebumps, for example]

pliant

viscous

erotic

long for

yearn

yield

urge

bloom [as in: color bloomed across his cheeks]

intimate

relax

vigorous

You spilled a little water on the floor while doing the dishes. A simple, normal thing. Somehow Butcher even made that dirty.

You grabbed some paper towels when the water splashed back at you while scrubbing a particularly stubborn frying pan, getting down on your knees to mop it all up.

By the time you were finished, you turned around to see Butcher standing over you, arms crossed, smirk ever present.

You froze. He was making some smart-ass comment about you looking good from that angle, but all you could think was the same, about him.

Your eyes zeroed in on his arms, more precisely, the veins running over the muscle. Without thought, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting hard enough you almost bled.

"Y'alright, luv?" His voice pulled you back to the world "What, y'need somethin' t' bite onta'?"

You nodded, hands reaching out before you could stop yourself. Your palms hooked under the backs of his knees, knocking him down onto the floor with a thud.

"Oi! What the fuck was tha' for?!"

You didn't answer, moving on top of him in a second, teeth sinking down into his forearm, sucking and biting your ownership all over him.

He just stared, the pain stinging deliciously before he chuckled, his other arm against the floor, holding himself up.

"Y're just a feral lil thing, ain't 'cha?"

You nodded again, this time with your mouth over his skin.

He smirked, pleased with himself, and you of course.

Just as he opened his mouth to make another snide remark, you threw one of your legs over his, positioning yourself over him, grinding down without thinking.

You dragged your hips up and down his leg slowly at first, relieving the aching tension, before you got really desperate, rutting against him.

Your hand clambered to his pants, palming the considerable bulge in them.

His hand fisted in your hair, pressing you down harder, a metallic taste dancing over your tongue. Almost any other time, you would've checked to make sure he was okay, stopped yourself, something, but now? You couldn't care less, and neither could he.

You worked him up fast, the pain and pleasure mixing inside, hips bucking up to chase his high.

Somehow, you came in perfect time together, a wet mess spreading over both of you.

You kept going though, slower, edging both yourself and Butcher into blissful overstimulation, twitching pathetically.

"Fuck, luv" He let his head fall back against the tiles, breath coming in heavy "Makin' me feel like a damned teenager, cumming in m' pants an' all"

You finally pulled off, jaw starting to ache as you slid up, head resting against his shoulder.

"Mhm" You muttered hazily, licking your lips, teeth attaching to his neck now, lazy, comfortable.

"M' dumb little bunny" He hummed, arm wrapped around you, eyes flicking to the little dribbles of red as you spread it over his neck too, lips stained in him.

Billy Butcher X F! Reader

A/N: first time writing for butcher, thought this would be cute. this is sorta like a flower in the hand of a gorilla thing, but i think he could learn to be gentle in some ways. enjoy, reblog + comments are always appreciated!

Tags: fingering, spit play, cunnilingus, oral (f receiving), slightly ooc so just go with it

Wordcount: ~0.7k

No, not at all…just kidding UMMM YES!!! Wait?! Are there people who don’t?!

nsfw under the cut…

Whenever my mind goes there all I can think about is begging to get on my knees for him. Listen, I’m a tough, strong mama bear but I want to make him feel good. Like really good.

Ohhh my deepest apologies and you’re welcommmmee! But like. They are so so so big! I can’t stop thinking about them on me…

nsfw below the cut…

he won’t put a label on what you two have, but billy doesn’t want you seeing anybody else either, to the point of him monopolizing your time under the guise of taking down vought. he feeds you booze and greasy breakfasts because he’s too scared to fully commit after becca but still craves intimacy—not that he’d admit it. butcher might give it away in the way he looks at you in the hazy sex afterglow—but actually saying it is a whole different thing.

butcher craves the fighting and the heat of your anger directed at him. while billy somewhat wants you to leave for your sake, he’s so gnarled up that he’ll selfishly drag you down with him just for the company.