everything will be nothing in the end

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One of those days

-CW: GN reader,Pain/Cramping, Billy Butcher being soft, Fluff /hurt comfort,Forehead kisses,No blood described.

-Summary: Billy mistakes your period cramps for a mission injury, then does everything he can to make you feel better in his own gruff, surprisingly gentle way.

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“Fuck..it hurts so bad, I can’t even move..”

Curled up on the sofa with your knees tucked against your chest, you let out another miserable groan as a cramp twisted low in your stomach. Your fingers dug into the blanket, waiting for it to pass.

Across the room, the steady tapping of Billy’s keyboard stopped. “You alright?”

You didn’t answer. Another cramp rolled through you, making you wince instead. That was enough..

Billy shoved his chair back with a scrape and was beside you before you knew it, dropping into a crouch in front of the sofa. His eyes flicked over you from head to toe, searching for blood, bruises..anything.

“Where’s it hurt?” he asked sharply. “Talk to me. Someone get you on that last job?”

You managed a weak shake of your head.“N-No..”

His brow pinched together. “Then what is it?”

Heat crept into your cheeks.

“…It’s just my period.”

Billy stared at you for a second“…Oh.” The tension melted straight out of his shoulders. “Right.” He let out a long breath through his nose before rubbing the back of his neck. “Thought you’d been bloody stabbed.”

Another cramp made you curl tighter into yourself, your face screwing up with pain.

Billy watched you for a moment, concern creeping back in.

“They’re really that bad?”

You nodded.

“Feels like someone’s trying to rip my insides out…” You replied with a whince.

He clicked his tongue quietly. “Bloody hell.” Without another word, he disappeared into the kitchen.

You heard cupboards opening, drawers slamming, and him muttering something under his breath before he returned a minute later carrying a hot water bottle wrapped in a tea towel. “Here.” He crouched beside you again, carefully settling it across your lower stomach. “’Spose Frenchie knew what he was on about for once. Heat helps, apparently.”

Almost immediately, the warmth eased the ache enough for your shoulders to loosen.

Billy noticed.

“Better?”

“…A little.”

“‘Little’s better than nothin’.” He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a crumpled packet of chocolate digestives.

“And before you ask..” he said, already opening them, “these are the good ones. Proper chocolate digestives. None of that American shite that tastes like someone melted down a candle and called it confectionery. I swear their chocolate tastes like bloody vomit.”

You couldn’t help letting out a quiet laugh. “You really carry emergency biscuits?”

“For emergencies.” He handed you one with a shrug. “Figure if we’re fightin’ homicidal superheroes, someone oughta keep morale up.”

You accepted the biscuit, taking a small bite before leaning back against the sofa.

Billy sat beside you, close enough that your shoulder brushed his. After a moment, he simply hooked an arm around you and gently pulled you against his side.You didn’t fight it..Just melted into him.Resting your head on his shoulder, you let out a tired sigh.

His fingers found your hair almost absentmindedly, slowly brushing through it. For a while neither of you spoke. Then Billy broke the silence.“Bit unfair, innit?”

You glanced up at him. “What is?”

“You lot spend a week every month feelin’ like you’ve been kicked by a bloody horse..” He shook his head. “…and somehow you’re still expected to act normal.”

A tiny smile tugged at your lips. “When you put it like that..”

He snorted. “If blokes had to deal with this every month, there’d probably be government compensation and a national bloody holiday.”

That earned a proper laugh from you.

Billy looked down with a satisfied little smirk. “There y’are.”

You nudged him lightly with your elbow. “You’re such an idiot.”

“So I’ve been told.” He reached over, grabbed the blanket from the arm of the sofa, and draped it over both of you before settling back again.

“Right,” he muttered. “Doctor’s orders.”

“You aren’t a doctor.”

“Nah.” He tucked the blanket around your legs anyway. “But I am bigger than you, so I’m overrulin’ your opinion.”

You rolled your eyes. “Bossy.”

“Damn right.” He squeezed your shoulder gently.“Now shut your eyes for a bit. I’ll make us a brew when you wake up.”

For all his grumbling, his thumb never stopped its slow, comforting circles against your arm.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

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I went crazy writing this.

Bedside Manner

MDNI!!

-Warnings: Bones McCoy x Female reader, First Time Receiving Oral, Fingering, Praise, Mild Power Imbalance (Doctor/Patient), Established Relationship, Strong Language,Pet names (Sweetheart,Darlin’,Little Bird)

-Summary: After a long shift, an innocent confession leaves Dr. McCoy determined to show you exactly what you’ve been missing.

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You sat rigidly on the edge of the examination frame, your fingers knotted tightly together in the fabric of your trousers, a heavy wave of embarrassment pinning you in place. Leonard had caught you trying to slip away unnoticed after a grueling shift, his sharp and perceptive eyes immediately catching the slight wincing hitch in your stride and the desperate way you were trying to shield yourself.

Dr. Leonard McCoy pushed away from his desk terminal, tossing a discarded hypospray aside with a soft clatter against the metal tray. Before taking another step, he reached down to the cuffs of his standard issue blue long sleeve shirt, unbuttoning them with practiced, sharp movements and rolling the fabric up tightly past his elbows, exposing his strong, corded forearms. His boots rang out sharply against the deck plates as he closed the distance between you, stepping directly into the open space between your knees. His weathered, tired blue eyes softened instantly, shedding their medical detachment the moment they locked onto your trembling hands and crimson cheeks.

"Well, now. What in tarnation is ailin' you, darlin'?" he murmured, his rich gravelly Southern drawl dropping into a deep, vibrating coo that washed right over you. He reached out, his warm, calloused palm cupping your cheek gently, his thumb sweeping back and forth across your skin. "You look like you're fixin' to bolt straight through the bulkhead. Talk to me, little bird. What's got you so riled up?"

You swallowed hard, staring down at your boots before forcing the words past your tight throat. "Nowhere hurts, Leonard. I'm just..I'm mortified."

Leonard let out a low, warm huff of breath, a mixture of amusement and deep affection, as he hooked a finger under your chin to tilt your gaze back up to his. "Mortified? In my med bay? Come on now, sweetheart, you know damn well there ain't a single thing you could tell me or show me that’d shock me in the slightest. Spit it out, darlin'."

"I've..I've never actually been eaten out before," you blurted out, your voice dropping to a breathless, humiliated whisper as your face burned hotter than warp plasma.

Bone’s breath caught in his throat. The professional surgeon vanished in a fraction of a second, replaced by a sudden, ravenous surge of dark, consuming hunger. A low guttural groan rolled deep in his chest, vibrating through the quiet room. The realization that you had never experienced this, that he could be the very first to break you open, completely unmake you, and map every inch of your body with his tongue hit him like a physical blow.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, sweetheart..” he rasped, his voice plummeting heavy and thick with sudden lust. He leaned down, pressing a rough, lingering kiss against your forehead before pulling back just enough to burn those intense blue eyes right into yours. "Well, ain't that somethin'. You listen to me, darlin'…there ain't a damn thing to be embarrassed about. Truth is, I reckon that's the sweetest damn thing you could've whispered in my ear."

Before you could gather your thoughts, Leonard's hands shifted down to your hips, his grip iron firm and entirely authoritative. "Up on the bed for me, little bird. Let's get you lyin' down proper."

He guided you back smoothly until you were stretched out flat across the bio bed, your legs immediately parting for him as he crowded right into the cradle of your thighs. He didn't hesitate for a single second. His hands hooked into the waistband of your trousers and your underwear, dragging the fabric down your legs in one fluid, impatient motion and kicking them aside onto the deck.

"Spread 'em wide for me, darlin'," he growled, his gaze dropping like a physical weight straight between your thighs, tracking the slick sheen already coating your folds.

You were drenched, your body reacting wildly to the mere sound of his voice and the hungry weight of his stare. When Bone’s looked up and saw just how wet and desperate you were, his pupils dilated into black pools. He let out a harsh, ragged breath, dropping down between your knees and forcing them back further until you were entirely exposed to him.

"Hell fire, look at you," Leonard muttered, his voice trembling slightly with pure, unadulterated need as he hovered inches from your dripping core. "So damn soaked for me, and I ain't even laid a finger on you yet. You want this, don't you, sweetheart? You want my mouth all over you?"

"Please, Leonard—please," you sobbed out, your fingers fist-deep in the bio-bed sheets as he finally lowered his head.

His large, warm hands gripped the insides of your thighs with an unyielding hold, shoving your legs back further and pinning you wide open for him, leaving you completely exposed to his insatiable gaze. "That's it, little bird," he rumbled, pressing his hot breath right against your sensitive heat before his tongue lashed out in a long, punishing stroke.

"Look at you open up for me, darlin'," he muttered thickly against your slick folds, pausing just an inch away so his warm breath washed over your trembling flesh. "Look at how pretty and wet you are, sweetheart. You like seein' your doctor lose his damn mind over you? You like knowin' you're all mine right now?"

When that broad, wet tongue pressed flat against your hyper sensitive folds, your entire body locked up, a violent, electric shudder tearing through your limbs as you let out a loud and breathless cry, your back arching off the metal frame. Leonard groaned a thick, approving sound right against your wet flesh, the vibration shooting a white hot jolt straight to your center.

"God Almighty, you taste like heaven, darlin'," he murmured roughly against you, pulling back just a fraction of an inch to look up at your flushed, wrecked face while his fingers spread your lips apart even wider. "Look at how wet you are for me, sweetheart. Just completely soaked and spillin' over. Talk to me, little bird..tell me how much you love having my mouth right here."

He dove back in with absolute mastery, his tongue dragging in heavy, sweeping strokes up your length before homing in on your aching clit. He flicked it with pinpoint accuracy while driving two thick fingers deep inside your tight, clenching hole, his thumb pressing firmly against your lower stomach to keep you locked against his face.

"Take my fingers deep, little bird," he rumbled against you, his voice vibrating deep inside your walls as he scissored his hand inside you while his mouth worked you into a frenzy. "Squeeze down on me, darlin'. Let me hear you gasp. Show me how good it feels to take every bit of it, sweetheart. That's a good girl, take every damn inch of my fingers while I eat you out."

The friction, the overwhelming warmth, the sheer, ruthless perfection of his tongue and fingers driving you relentlessly toward the edge made your vision blur at the edges. Your hips bucked helplessly upward against his face, your hands flying down to tangle aggressively in his hair, anchoring him to you as your breath hitched into ragged gasps.

"Leonard—I'm—I'm gonna cum," you wept out, your internal muscles spasming violently around his hand.

"Do it, darlin’. Cum all over my mouth, let me drink every damn drop of you, sweetheart," he growled, accelerating his rhythm, lapping up your release as you shattered completely, crying out his name into the sterile med bay air.

Even as you convulsed over him, locked in the throes of your climax, Leonard refused to let up. He held your hips trapped in place, his hands keeping your thighs pinned wide as he drank you down greedily , keeping you right on the razor's edge until your thighs trembled uncontrollably and your whole body felt like liquid fire. Only when you were utterly spent, chest heaving and gasping for air against the cool sheets, did he finally ease back.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a dark, fiercely possessive grin stretching across his face as he crawled back up your body, looming over you with absolute pride burning in his eyes.

"Jesus Christ, sweetheart'," he panted softly, pressing a hot, lingering kiss to your lips, tasting your sweetness still clinging to him. "If I'd known you were gonna fall apart like that for me, little bird, I would've had you flat on this bio bed a hell of a lot sooner."

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I NEED HIM SO BAD! Thank you so much for the request. I hope all you Bones fans enjoy it! I have a few more requests that I’m working on and can’t wait to get out because I think you’re all going to love them!My requests are still open for more fanfic, whether it’s NSFW or SFW. I’m also doing Billy Butcher/ Bones RP, where you can send in whatever you like, and I’ll reply completely in character as Butcher! Those can be NSFW or SFW too. 🖤

Asking Butcher if he’ll give you your first creampie🫣 sorry not sorry lol

Sorry this took me a while to respond to!

Claimed

MDNI!!

-Warnings: Butcher x Fem reader, unprotected sex,creampie,mutual ejaculation,praise kink,light biting,pet names, slight size difference.

-Summary: A shy confession leads to Butcher taking you raw and fast in missionary, filling you completely before pushing every drop back inside.

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The bedroom was quiet, save for the hum of the old floorboards and the heavy, electric tension hanging between you two. You were sitting on the edge of the mattress, knees pulled up slightly, your cheeks flushed red with hesitation as you stared down at your hands.

Billy walked into the room, wiping a streak of grime from his cheek, but his eyes locked onto you immediately. He stopped, his brow furrowing as he noticed the way you were fidgeting, looking smaller and uncharacteristically shy.

He closed the distance between you, dropping down on the bed right beside you. His voice dropped into that rough, low rumble, completely stripped of its usual bite. "Oi, what’s up wiv you, pet? You look like you seen a ghost. Come on, talk to me. What’s wrong?"

You swallowed hard, looking away before whispering, "I'm just..I'm embarrassed, Billy."

A slow, dark heat flared in his eyes. The idea of you sitting there, all flustered and shy over him, hit him right in the chest. He let out a low coo, reaching out to hook a warm, heavy hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Embarrassed? 'Bout what, sweetheart? Nothin' to be shy 'bout wiv me. Tell me. Go on."

"I..i want you to give me my first creampie," you blurted out, your voice dropping to a breathless whisper as your face burned bright red.

Billy let out a sharp, ragged intake of breath, his pupils blowing wide. That raw, filthy admission acted like a match to a powder keg, sending a violent spike of desire straight to his groin. His cock hardened instantly against his trousers, heavy and aching.

"Ffuckin' 'ell," he growled, the rough accent of his voice thick with sudden, ravenous hunger. " Yer want that, do ya? Yer want me to fill yer right up?"

Before you could even answer, he was moving, his hands gripping the waistband of your trousers and your panties in one rough motion, dragging them down your legs in a single fluid flick and kicking them aside. He didn't waste a second trying to prep you with his fingers..he wanted you tight, wanted you feeling every thick inch of him stretching you wide open.

"I ain't gettin' yer ready wiv my fingers," he rasped, dropping an octave as he shoved your legs apart and climbed right up on top of you, shifting you back onto the bed until you were flat on your back beneath him. "I want yer stretched. I want yer feelin' every bit of me right from the start."

He ripped open his fly, freeing his throbbing, heavy cock, and lined himself up at your entrance. You were already soaked, slick heat coating your thighs, practically dripping for him. Without a moment of hesitation, he pushed straight inside you in one brutal, gorgeous thrust.

"Bloody 'ell," Butcher hissed, his head dropping back as the friction of your unreadied heat slammed into him like a physical blow.

You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as he filled you to the hilt, the sudden, unpadded width stretching your walls so intensely that your breath hitched. "Billy—it's too much, it's—it's too good," you choked out, your vision swimming from the overwhelming, burning friction of him resting deep inside you without any prep.

He looked down at you, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with absolute possession as he locked his weight into place above you in missionary. "Shh, yer alright," he cooed roughly, leaning down to press a harsh, demanding kiss to your lips before pulling back. "Yer can take it, love. I know what yer little body can handle. Just take it all."

And then he started moving, driving into you in a heavy, relentless rhythm that had the bedframe violently creaking against the wall. Every time he pulled back and slammed back down, the stretch was profound, electric, and dizzying, making you sob out his name against the sheets.

"Look at me," he panted, his voice a gravelly rasp as he hammered into you in missionary, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Yer so bloody soaked for me. Take it, pet."

The friction was building too fast, a white hot coil tightening low in your stomach. Butcher heard your broken whines, saw the way your eyes rolled back, and a rough, possessive grin crossed his face.

"That's it, love," he growled, driving into you deeper, harder, punishing yer wiv his pace. "Come on for me. Cum right on my cock, let me feel yer squeeze me."

The command pushed you over the edge. You shattered around him, an intense wave of pleasure ripping through you as you convulsed tightly against his length, crying out as you came hard over his thick cock. In the throes of your climax, you grabbed his forearm, sinking your teeth down in a hard, semi biting grip that drew a sharp, pleased hiss from his throat.

"That's it…bite me,mark me love," he rasped, his own control snapping completely under the dual sensation of your teeth and your tight walls milking him.

He let out a raw, guttural groan, his hips bucking hard as he buried himself as deep as he could possibly go. "Fuck—I'm comin'!" he breathed out harshly.

Instead of staying still, the moment he emptied himself in a hot, thick rush deep inside your walls, he pulled his softening length right back out. Before you could even process the sudden emptiness, his thick, calloused fingers pressed against your opening, scooping and pushing every drop of his heavy release right back up inside yer.

"Can't be lettin' any of that go to waste, now can we, pet?" he rumbled, his fingers working it deep inside, ensurin' yer were completely stuffed wiv him. "Stay full of me, sweetheart. Every last drop where it belongs."

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