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Illustration of imagine: “Imagine Thorin insisting on cuddling with you on cold nights”

From: imaginexhobbit

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Hi I was wondering if you would be willing to do a NSFW billy butcher fic? Maybe the reader is teasing him or takes charge? You are an awesome writer!!!

Yes of course anon! I fucking love 'The Boys' and can't wait for series 4 :D

Hope you like the fic!

Title: Teasing

Warnings: nsfw

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

You folded your arms and leant against the doorframe. Butcher sat up in the bed and smirked at you. The duvet pooled around his waist and you resisted the urge to stare at his chest.

“Morning, love.” he said

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

“You didn’t mind previously.”

“That was before you fucking left me.”

“Still pissed about that.”

You pushed yourself off the doorframe and stalked towards him.

“I leave for one night,” you said as you approached him, “and I come back to find you in my bed.”

“A pleasant surprise then.”

“Hardly,” you stopped at the foot of your bed, “you’re bad news William Butcher. People usually end up dead when you show up.”

“Maybe that’s why I left.”

“Oh,” you let out a humourless laugh, “you were being chivalrous for once and not just ditching the middle of the night? Is this another side of you I’m learning about against my will?”

“Do you want me to fuck off?”

You glanced to the side and saw his clothes dumped in the middle of the room. He could’ve at least folded them.

“I have no desire to see you naked,” you said, “besides, you’re a wanted man. I should call Mallory and let her know what I’ve found.”

“You sure you want to do that, love?”

You narrowed your eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed. Butcher’s smirk widened and he edged closer to you.

“I thought I told you not to call me that.” you said

“And what are you going to do about it.”

He reached forward and brushed your cheek with the back of his hand. You snatched his wrist and slammed it against the pillow beside his head. You were leaning over him and bent down so your nose was brushing against his. Butcher’s gaze dropped to your lips before flicking back up to your eyes. His other hand grazed against your waist and quickly you grabbed that one and slammed it next to his head. By now you were straddling him. You knew that he was stronger than you and could easily break free.

“This what you like, William?” you asked

“You tell me, love.”

You rested back and raised your eyebrows as you felt him against you. You tilted your head to the side and gave him a small smile. You rested your hips back and watched with satisfaction as he shuddered below you.

“I forgot how much you liked me being on top,” you said as you rocked your hips back and forth, “to give control over to someone else for a change.”

“Y/n.”

You squeezed his wrists and to your surprise he stayed in place. During your… relationship moments were surprisingly common. You had always guessed that it was because he liked the view of you above him. However, from the way he was bucking under you, you might have to change your reasoning.

“I wonder,” you asked as you slowed down your rocking, “if you still kept those handcuffs.”

“They… come in use,” Butcher drew in a shuddering breath, “on occasions.”

“Tying people to the bedposts?”

“Dealing with supes.”

Ah. He still had that vendetta then. You grimaced but Butcher had his eyes closed so he didn’t see your disapproving look. Not like he would’ve cared anyway. You stopped moving, feeling him throb against you. Butcher opened his eyes and glared at you. You smiled, smug that you were preventing his release.

“You know what I want before I give you what you want, William.” you said softly

“Y/n,” Butcher said through gritted teeth, “if you don’t fucking move I’ll-”

“Yes? You want to be inside of me?”

“Y/n-”

“You want to fuck me? Or for me to fuck you?”

“Y-”

“Then you know what I want.”

Butcher opened his eyes and you stilled. In a flash you were off of him and by the door. The duvet had fallen to the floor and you looked down and said,

“Have fun with your hand, William. I’ve got a call to Mallory to make. I doubt either of you will want to see each other like-”

You waved your hand and him and gave him a wink.

“Y/n,” Butcher said through gritted teeth, “get back here.”

“Hmm. Nope! Have fun!”

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*sighs dreamily* there’s sooo much wrong with him

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Billy "Oh, that was a big one, huh, love." When he's got you unraveling beneath him, a thick thigh slotted against your cunt and his thumb rubbing circles against your clit Butcher.

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He'd talk you through it!! Idc!!

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Little Kreature (The Boys Drabble)

Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader (only indicator for gender is the phrase 'atta girl') / requests are open

Summary: The mission goes well and Butcher's found a surprise for you.

Fic type: fluff (gore mentions).

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"Oi, love," you hear Butcher call from the other end of the hall. "Come take a look at this, eh?"

You roll your eyes but do as you're told, wandering down the hallway, streaking your fingers along the walls and trailing them through the blood that was splattered up and down and all the way across the eggshell-white walls. Well, they were eggshell. Hmm. You think you like red better.

You reach Butcher, giving him the side-eye when he gives your ass a slap and an accompanying "atta girl."

"What, Butcher?"

He nods his head towards the opened door, and what you see when you look inside has your jaw dropping open in shock.

"Don't you say I do 'nuffin for y'ah," he groused, checking down the hallway to make sure no more guards were coming up the stairs.

It's almost startling, seeing the spotless room when you've just waded through the guts of about twelve people splattered across every surface you could lay your eyes on. Yeah, you were the one who gutted them all, but still. What could you say? It was a gift.

But right there, sitting on the edge of the bed, was a puppy. A little speck of a thing, all soft-eared and floppy-skinned. He was precious, and the way Butcher was looking at you- you knew he'd already decided you could keep the thing.

"Oh, aren't you a precious little baby," you cooed, wiping the blood off your hands and onto your jeans before you reached out for the puppy to sniff your hand. His little head flopped to the side and you just about melted right then and there.

"Oh, Billy, look at him," you pouted, turning around and showing your boyfriend-cross-boss-cross-situationship the baby in your arms.

"Yeah, yeah, cute little cunt, ain't 'e?"

When you stood there content to coo at the thing for another however long, Butcher grunted, fingers shifting around the trigger on his handgun. He wanted to leave now that you'd taken out the Vought exec and her guards. Clearly, she was a fan of dogs. It almost made you feel a little guilty. Almost.

"Right love," Butcher said, deciding you'd both dicked around long enough. "Let's get this show on the road, eh? We don't want to be here when they send more supes to figure out what's happened. Grab y'er pup and let's boogie."

"Sir yes, sir," you replied with a flirtatious wink before making your way back through the blood-soaked home and out the door where MM and the others were waiting for you, guards and mission all but forgotten.

Now you only needed to pick a name for your little friend.

"How about Kreature?" You asked the pup as Frenchie opened the van door and ushered you inside, Butcher hot on your heels.

"Whatever you want, love," came Butcher's voice, assuming you'd been speaking to him.

Kreature it was, then.

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Farewell, my love

PAIRING┊Bjorn Ironside x reader; Ragnar Lothbrok x reader (platonic)

WARNINGS┊mention of sex

A/N┊I'm pretty much posting all my draft. It's called writer's block.

The horn in your hand almost fell to the ground, the blood in your body running could with the whispers your heard from the thralls.

"What did you said?" your voice sounded colder than you meant as your eyes looked at the young woman. She gulped, mumbling an apologize that only made you insist. You didn't care about gossip, but it has been years since your heard that name among the people.

Pushing people away, you made your way trough he crowd, almost losing your breath when your eyes found him. Standing in front of you was Ragnar Lothbrok, but not the same man you once loved. It's an empty shallow, without the ambitious or the joy for adventure you could see every time you spoke to him, now filled with regrets.

Pushing people away, you made your way trough he crowd, almost losing your breath when your eyes found him. Standing in front of you was Ragnar Lothbrok, but not the same man you once loved. It's an empty shallow, without the ambitious or the joy for adventure you could see every time you spoke to him, now filled with regrets.

For a moment there was nothing but silence, not even whispers or murmurs from the others and that's when you noticed the sword craved on the floor, his gaze relaxing when his hands wrapped Ubbe in a hug. Finally, his eyes fell on you and something flickered on it, disappearing as fast as it appeared, shifting your gaze to something behind you, or better, your husband.

"Why did you come back?" his eyes showed no emotion, a coldness that you've never seen on him as he stopped in front of Ragnar, arms crossed over his chest.

"So he came back because he wants to raid England.. again?" you sat on your bed, brushing your hair while Björn got rid of his clothes.

You couldn't understand. Those eyes weren't from a ambitious man, someone who wanted an adventure.

"No one wants to follow him, saying that the Gods had abandoned Ragnar a long time ago." he sat by your side, putting your hairbrush away before gently turn your head to him, his lips meeting yours softly at first.

Björn laid you on the bed, hovering his well built body over your as his hands traveled freely on your body, his lips eagerly meeting your sometimes.

"Let's no talk about my father, huh" he whispered against your lips, eyes almost black with lust as his hand found a spot between your tights, making you gasp. "We have more important things to do now".

Bjorn knew that you used to be interested in his father, but it was before he married you. And now, the last thing he wanted to do was bring his father's name to his bed or his mind, much less to yours.

That night, Bjorn made sure to mark you with small purple bruises on the soft skin. A sign that you belonged to him now, him and no one else.

Bjorn was in the Great hall, busy with the last preparations for the raid to the Mediterranean while you were home, making sure everything was properly packed from weapons to clothes. Even though Bjorn went for more raids than you, the man wasn't the most organized to stuff what was really essencial to the longs travels.

Two bags on the corner of the room showed that your work was done, allowing you to rest by the fire, mind lost in presumptions about what the unknown land would look like.

You still could remember the shook when your eyes landed on the very well guarded Frankia. It was beautiful and different from every other land you've seen so far.. but also was the damaged. You shocked your heard. This time it would be different. You'd would succeed.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn't listen to the steps behind you nor notice someone else presence until they stopped in front of you.

"You look beautiful" he said, smiling to himself as his eyes captured every feature of your face, his hand reaching to caress the scar on your cheek.

"I thought you were dead" you whispered, unable to look away from his eyes as you put your hand over his. It has been so long since you felt his touch or were this close to him.

Ragnar stepped closer and you closed your eyes, waiting for his next action. It was like your body wouldn't listen to your mind. Ragnar's beard scratched your face as his lips met the middle of your forehead, landing there for seconds before he pulled away. They foreheads resting against each other.

You didn't know why but felt like the world around you was burning, shattering. A heavy feeling finding its way to your chest and landing there enough to almost make tears stream down your face.

The touch of Ragnar's hand cupping your face made you open your eyes and you were lost again, finally founding a sign of the man you met years ago.

"See you in Valhalla, my love." The man stopped believing in Gods years ago, but he couldn't accept that this was the only chance to have you in his life and he waisted it. For you, he would believe in another place where your spirits would met again and this time, he wouldn't commit the same mistakes.

You noticed when Bjorn and Hvitserk turned away from the breath taking seascape in front of you, starring at something in the open fields.

By the corner of your eyes, a blurred image caught on your attention and you turned around. Eyes wide as two big almonds, your breath scaping as if your lungs were on fire. His words sounded in your mind one more time, voice muffled by the sounds of the crows around him.

"Ragnar.." was all the managed to leave your lips. A whisper that nobody heard but you.

You tried to get closer but once you did, his figure turned around and disappeared into the wounds taking the birds together with him. That same excruciating feeling crept into you and this time, you weren't able to be stronger than your tears.

He was gone.

And so was a part of your heart.

Bjorn hands touched your shoulders, his own wet eyes meeting yours before you buried your face on his chest, holding his body with an iron grip as he did to you. He knew it too.

"My father is dead." He said in your hair as if he was trying to convince himself.

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Westu hál dearies, time for another Éomer Headcanon!

Please vote, tag your answer and share!

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"Power is dangerous. It attracts the worst and corrupts the best. I never asked for power. Power is only given to those who are prepared to lower themselves to pick it up" - Ragnar Lothbrok

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Fixing Bad Dreams

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summary: without even realizing, you’ve been using your powers to turn butcher’s bad dreams into good ones.

pairing: billy butcher x female supe!reader

rating: R for language

word count: 1.4k

warnings: language, talk of sex

timeline: set after season 3

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When Butcher had realized you were a Supe, obviously his first thought was that he had to kill you. But he soon realized you weren’t like the others. Not in a “oh she’s still a good person” way, but in a “wow she’s fucking weak, she’s basically still human” way. It was true. Essentially all you could do was send telepathic messages to people. That was it. (You also had a slight healing factor, but even that wasn’t very strong.) You couldn’t read minds, you couldn’t move things with your mind, you were barely a Supe.

Or, maybe he was just trying to justify sleeping with you. Whether he’d admit it or not, he really liked sleeping with you. Not just the sex, he liked physically sleeping next to you. With you. He’d sleep best when it was next to you. He wouldn’t wake up in a cold sweat, he wouldn’t have nightmares about watching his wife die bloody.

Most of the time, you woke up before him. You’d find his shirt from the night before and put it on, along with your panties if you could find them. Although, Butcher tended to rip your more delicate ones.

As you tiptoed around the room looking for where he had thrown your underwear you heard him mumble something in his sleep. You hurried next to him, his brows furrowed as he clenched the sheets in tight fists.

You held his cheek, bent down, and kissed his forehead. That always calmed him right down, you didn’t know why. And it did just that; he unclenched his fists, unfurrowed his brows, and let out a soft breath of air.

You smiled at the thought. The great William Butcher like forehead kisses in his sleep. That’s what calmed him down.

He stirred awake shortly after, seeing you looking around the room still.

“Mornin’ love,” He yawned. “What’re you lookin’ for?”

“Good morning,” You smiled and walked over to him, taking a seat on the bed. “You sleep okay?” You ran a hand through his hair then down his cheek, stopping to bend down and kiss him sweetly.

“Great, love,” He smiled. “Was havin’ a bit of a nightmare but it turned into us making out in the office the other day.”

“Really?” You furrowed your brows a little.

“Yeah, why?”

“Uh…no reason,” You shook your head a little.

“So, what were you looking for?” He asked, intentionally changing the subject.

“Where the hell did you throw my panties last night?” You asked, turning to glance around the room. He reached under his pillow and pulled out what you’d been looking for.

“I may have hid ‘em so you’d make me breakfast without wearin’ ‘em,” He smirked.

“All you had to do was ask,” You smiled. You leaned down and kissed him again before you stood up. “Bacon and eggs ‘ll be ready in a few minutes, come meet me in the kitchen?”

“I’ll be right there.”

**

“You seem to be in a good mood this morning,” Butcher chuckled a few days later. You walked up to him cooking pancakes, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Smells amazing,” You hummed. You got on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

As you sat down at the table you let out a soft laugh.

“Okay, seriously, why’re you in such a good mood?”

“Why shouldn’t I be?” You shrugged.

“Cause the A/C stopped working halfway through the night and we both lost a good two hours of sleep?” He raised a brow.

“Remember last summer? We went to that water park with Hughie and the others after the tests came back negative and you were cancer free?”

“Yeah, what about it?” He turned to look at you fully, suddenly very interested in each word you said.

“After the A/C went out I had the best, most intense dream about it! I mean, the smell of the chlorine in the wave pool, the sound of those birds that kept trying to take your fries, everything!”

“Huh…I’ll be fuckin’ damned,” Butcher mumbled, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“What?”

“Nothin’ love, I remember that day too.”

**

Grass so green it looked fake, the sky so blue and clouds so perfect it all looked like a Bob Ross painting. Birds chirped in the trees as Butcher dipped down and kissed you again.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” He smiled. He rubbed his hand up and down your thigh, under your floral dress.

A picnic in the park with William Butcher. A fucking dream come true.

The cruel sound of the alarm jolted you awake. Butcher stretched his arm out and over you, hitting the snooze button.

“Perfect fucking timing,” He grumbled. “I think I was about to get lucky.”

“Me too, actually,” You laughed a little. “Guess we’ll have to make it up to each other.”

**

“Hey, let’s eat breakfast outside,” Butcher suggested.

“You hate eating outside?” You laughed a little. You took a sip of your coffee as you watched Butcher cook breakfast.

“Don’t be silly! On occasion, picnics can be fun!”

“P-Picnics?” You furrowed your brows. “What gave you that idea?”

“Just a dream I had.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Were you putting thoughts in his head? Messing with his dreams enough that it influenced his life when he was awake? How else were you messing with his head?

“Earth to Y/n!” Butcher pulled you out of your head.

“Huh?”

“I said food’s ready. Now, c’mon, get off your ass and eat outside with me.”

“Okay,” You smiled, hiding how worried you actually were.

You followed him out to the balcony overlooking the busy city.

“So what was your dream?” He asked when you both sat down at the outside table.

“Wh-What dream?” You asked.

“Remember? We both woke up to the alarm, both said we were about to get lucky in our dreams, and then we had earth-shattering morning sex. So, what was your dream?”

“I- I don’t really remember it…now all I’m thinking about is the earth-shattering morning sex,” You smirked a little.

“Ah ha!” He matched your expression, but added a sense of pride. “That’s my job, love.”

**

“Butcher, we need to talk,” You said later that night. He was ready for bed and already under the covers.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, brows knitted with concern.

“I- I don’t think I sh-should sleep with you anymore,” You replied, tears in your eyes.

“You’re breaking up with me? Why?”

“No! I- I fucking love you and that why I need to get as far away from you as fucking possible!”

“Y/n, you’re not makin’ any sense,” He got out of bed and walked up to you. You backed away from him, shaking your head.

“I- I’ve been- I think I’ve been messing with your h-head somehow,” You let the tears fall. “Not on purpose, I swear! But I- I’ve been controlling your dreams, so who knows how else I’ve been controlling you!”

“I know about the dreams.”

“What?”

“I figured it out a couple weeks ago. You were going into detail about a dream you had the night before, and it was the same dream I had.”

“Why didn’t you say something! Butcher I could be completely controlling you! You probably don’t even really want to fucking be here! Fuck!” You put your hands on your head.

“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to act how you’re acting right now. I knew you weren’t doing it on purpose, otherwise you wouldn’t have told me your dream.”

“B-But what if…”

“What if what, Y/n? You really think you could accidentally force me to love you?” He took a few steps closer to you, this time you didn’t back away. You nodded. “Alright, how ‘bout this. Right now, try your absolute hardest to make me do something.” He put his hands on your shoulders and touched his forehead to yours. “Go on, use your powers on me.”

“I’m trying!” You exclaimed. You really were, but he was right; you weren’t nearly strong enough to mind-control someone. You let out a breath of relief. “Fuck, that would’ve been a fucking nightmare!”

“Well, good thing that’s your specialty then, love. Turning nightmares into the best fuckin’ dreams I could ask for.”

“I love you, Butcher,” You smiled and he did the same.

“I love ya, too,” He mumbled as he kissed your lips.

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Your Devoted Knight Turns Out to be a Pervert

Pairing: Male!Knight x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, masturbation, stealing clothes, pillow humping, fingering, quiet sex, slight dub-con, crushes, knight x princess

A/N: It's always the most loyal ones.

There's been rumors of someone sneaking out of your room at random times so your knight had to be by your side more often

He was always the romantic sort, bringing you gifts and trying his best to make you feel safe

Offered to guard your door at night in case anyone broke in

The first night went fine, nothing odd happened

However it didn't take long for you to notice your dresses going missing, then being returned the next day perfectly clean

The King, your father, began to worry even more, fearing that you might be taken next

He ordered two knights to guard your room while your most loyal night would stay in your room in case the culprit tried to get in through the window

On that night you saw it, you woke up to his moans, calling your name while silently jerking his cock off into one of your pillows, it was your knight

You woke up fully, demanding and explanation, ready to scream but he was faster, covering your mouth with the semen covered hand, making you taste cum for the first time

Can't even begin to tell you how sorry he is for this, he knows what he's doing is wrong but he is in love with you

If you really want him gone after tonight he will go

But at least let him have you for this one night, to run his fingers under your nightgown and feel your pussy around his fingers

This is wrong too, he's breaking so many rules, you are too by letting him touch you without marrying you

And yet... you know he won't hurt you

He has to remember to keep his voice down too, make slow movements with both his hands or there will be other types of noises

If you can't keep quiet you can bite a pillow

Then again if you do choose to keep him around, and keep this affair going then you'll both need to learn to stay as quiet as possible

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Hot Rage

The Boys: Billy Butcher x fem!reader 

Sweet and Spicy Bingo Collection

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)

WC: 1.3k 

Prompt: Kiss My Ass for @sweetspicybingo

Warnings: mild D/s dynamics, spanking, rimming, mild humiliation, sir kink

Pushing Billy’s buttons leads to consequences, but you enjoy those

*comments/reblogs are appreciated

These games were dangerous to play. Butcher’s temper could be potent, an explosion threatening to erupt deep beneath his surface. Despite this knowledge, your masochistic urge to poke the bear always won in the end. You enjoyed playing with fire, igniting the spark to watch it burn. There was a level of trust between you two; you knew he’d never truly hurt you. It was just a means to scratch an itch you each had. In your mind, it was a more productive way to help channel his rage.

He shoved you against the wall before capturing you in a bruising kiss. One that drew all the breath from your lungs as his large hands gripped at your clothing before tugging your shirt off. His skilled fingers unhooked your bra, mouth wet and teeth sharp against your nipples. A pathetic mewl rumbled through you as your fingers slid through his dark hair. He took his time undoing your jeans, slowly working them down your legs until you were left in just a pair of black bikini-cut underwear. Billy’s breath was hot against your stomach as his large hands stroked the curve of your hips before peeling your underwear off.

“Already wet for me, love?” he taunted, a smug grin on his face as his thumb gently rubbed your slick folds.

“Mmm, yes, sir,” you purred, butterflies fluttering in your tummy as your clit throbbed with pleasure. All he had to do was readjust his thumb to give you more friction. But the bastard was clearly avoiding the delicate bundle of nerves.

“Too bad you had to be a naughty little brat,” he huffed, withdrawing his hand and grabbing your upper arms.

The wind felt knocked out of you as he bent you across the desk, your feet scrabbling against the floor for balance and support. His palm pressed against your lower back to keep you in place.

“Maybe you’ll think twice before rushing into a dangerous situation without backup,” he growled, his hand slapping down against the curve of your bare ass twice.

You worked your lower lip between your teeth, biting back the moan threatening to spill from your lips. “You would have done the same.”

“Yeah, but I’m the leader. I can do what I want, love. The rest of you have to fall in line.”

You rolled your eyes. That was always his excuse. The man risked his life more than he should, gambling with his safety, and it drove you crazy. Though you understood why he was so obsessed with it, feeling he had failed to protect Becca from her fate. You wanted to protect him as much as he tried to protect you. You were both too stubborn for your own good. He stepped away from you, leaving you bent over the desk to reflect on your actions.

Sweat dripped down your back, despite the cold temperature of the room, as your legs began to shake. You could feel the burn in your calves, muscles stretching taut, as the tension started to spread to your thighs. The cold metal of the desk beneath your bare skin offered little comfort or relief. It only served to keep you completely on edge. You flexed your fingers, hearing the light thrum against the desk as Billy loomed behind you. You gasped when his large, warm hands kneaded the chilled flesh of your exposed ass.

“What’s wrong, darlin’? Are you cold?” he asked, and you could practically see the smirk etched across his face.

“Fuck you,” you growled before letting out a soft yelp as his calloused hand slapped against your ass. A pleasant sting bloomed across your cold, tender flesh.

“That mouth of yours just gets you into all sorts of trouble, sweetheart.”

“You’re one to talk,” you huffed, your tummy fluttering from the sound of his deep chuckle.

“I can get away with being a mouthy shit since I’m calling the shots.” A few more slaps landed on the curve of your ass, heat prickling across your skin. You hissed, feeling an all too familiar throb between your legs, the words falling from your mouth before you could even register them.

“What was that?” A low growl rumbled through Billy’s chest.

You gritted your teeth in response as he pressed against you before leaning down to hiss in your ear.

“I asked you a question, bunny.” The term of endearment made you shiver as every muscle in your body ached. It was one word that could make you come completely undone.

“I said…kiss my ass, sir,” you murmured.

His dark chuckle made your belly clench, and you felt his large hands settle on your ass. He spread your cheeks, and you shivered as the hairs from his beard tickled your sensitive skin.

“Billy…w…what are you doing?” you whimpered.

“You told me to kiss your ass, didn’t you, bunny? Just wanna show you I can follow orders.” The mocking tone was thick and heavy in his voice.

Words fumbled around in your mouth as you felt the warm press of his tongue against your puckered rim. The lewd, slick sound made you shiver and whine as your hips bucked. His fingers ghosted along your thighs as warm arousal coiled through your belly. The tender graze of his thumb against your clit made your legs shake, toes curling under and causing you to lose your balance. His fingers dug against your flesh to help steady you, his tongue circling your most intimate area one last time before lifting his face.

“Please…please, I need….” you whimpered.

“Please, what, bunny? I need you to use your words.” His knuckles grazed over your damp inner thighs.

“Need your cock, sir,” you mumbled with embarrassment as heat flooded your cheeks.

“There’s a good girl.”

He helped rearrange your position so you were sitting up on the desk now, your legs wrapped around his waist as your fingers fumbled with his pants. Your fingers tingled as feeling flooded back into them as they wrapped around his cock. Using the balls of your feet, you pushed his pants and boxers down, drawing out his hard, leaking cock. The sight of it made your mouth water. Billy’s mouth pressed against the curve of your neck, the blunt head of his cock teasing your opening and making you whine for more.

“Please fuck me, sir,” you whined, nails sliding over the fabric of his shirt.

“I’ve just been givin’ into your demands all day, haven’t I, love? Guess I can’t stop now,” he grinned, slowly rolling his hips as he sunk inside you.

“I’m irresistible, that’s why,” you chucked, your voice trembling from the feeling of his cock stretching you out.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s it,” he scoffed, rolling his dark eyes before giving a sharp snap of his hips.

Your walls fluttered around him, enjoying the sensation of being filled with him. You clung to his shoulders as he found a steady pace, making the table rock beneath you with each movement. Powerful thrusts that made you mewl for more, knowing he would give you whatever you wanted.

“Please fill me up, sir,” you purred in his ear, heat pulsating deep in your belly as you were brought to the brink of orgasm.

An intense thrust was all you needed to push you over the edge, your thighs trembling as you soaked Billy’s cock while whimpering like an incompetent mess. He pressed his face into the crook of your shoulder, grunting against your clammy skin as he released inside you. You held him close, sliding your fingers through his sweaty hair before one hand slipped under his shirt to stroke his bare, heated skin.

“I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on,” you quipped sweetly.

Amused laughter rumbled through him. “Oh, that’s not bloody likely. You enjoy riling me up too much.”

“You enjoy it too.”

“Damn right, I do.”

He cupped your chin, then kissed you passionately. You melted in his warm embrace, breathing in his musky scent, knowing he would always keep you safe.

[thelirofnorthlands]

Innocent (Billy Butcher)

Description: Y/N is the youngest members of the boys and has no experience so Billy wants to change that.

Warning: Smut, Age Gap

Word Count: 1,362k

She was the youngest member of The Boys, 24 years old. She didn’t have much sexual experience but damn sure had a lot of other experiences. Most 24 year olds have sexual experience and won’t have the experience she has. That experience was taking down what the world called “Heroes” but in reality were villains. Y/N never got around to the normal things in life, her whole life she’s been running from Vought. She was also wanted, like the rest of them so that didn’t help much.

When the time comes to relax and joke, she’s the victim. With her being the youngest and most innocent one all the jokes aimed at her. She wasn’t hurt by them, she just rolled her eyes. Hughie never really made fun of her, never felt the need too. It was Frenchie and MM that loved to tease her at any given moment. Billy sometimes teased her but not as much as the other two.

He found her adorable but not in a puppy type of way. He wanted to pound her into his mattress with his dick. Nobody else knew or had the idea because he was smart. He never got caught staring at her with those dark, lustful eyes that ate her up, or the groans he’d keep in his throat when she walked around in barely anything. He never thought he’d fall for another woman after Becca. But Y/N surprised him. She was sweet and not easily offended. She never pissed him off or made him want to kill her like the others do.

She was perfect in his eyes. Except one thing, She had no idea what she did to him when she woke up and walked in the living room with just a shirt and panties. A shirt that barely covered her ass. It was hard to restrain himself when she did that. It was like she was doing it on purpose. Which she wasn’t but it really made him think. The others were still asleep so that gave him time to check out her perfect little body without being caught. He eyed her like she was his prey and he was getting ready to pounce any second. She was making eggs for herself and Billy, like she did most mornings.

She never noticed him staring at her which was a good thing for him. “Okay it’s all done.” She said, snapping him out of his thoughts. He grabbed the plate from her and thanked her. She smiled and took her own. She sat next to him as they ate. “Do you ever get cold?” He asked her. She shook her head No. The place was sometimes freezing. “Hard to believe in barely any clothes.” He said. He wasn’t meaning it in a bad way but she really didn’t understand how fuckable she looked. “Do you have a problem with how I dress?” She asked him. He chuckled and shook his head. “No, love. It’s just freezing is all.” She hummed and went back to eating. 

It was an everyday thing and each day it got harder for Billy to control himself. She wasn’t going to realize or understand that she’s causing a problem on her own. Each day he’d watch her with dark eyes and she never noticed, completely oblivious to the fact. Today was his final straw. The shirt she had on was showing her panties as she reached up to grab something. Billy groaned and wished she would have just asked him to grab it instead. She tried everything to reach the salt and pepper that was put on the high shelf. He came up behind her and grabbed it for her. She turned around and took it from him with a smile and a thanks. She turned back to what she was doing as if it was nothing. Billy turned off the stove and pushed her up against the counter. She let out a gasp.

His hands on her hips as he pressed up against her. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? Walking around in barely any clothes, making me almost cum in my pants.” He growled in her ears. “I’m I’m sorry.” She squeaked. He chuckled and moved his hand up to grope her breasts. “You should be. You’re a walking wet dream and you drive me crazy.” She moaned at his words and his hands playing with her boobs. His lips found her neck and started abusing it. Her hands were gripping the counter so hard her knuckles were turning white. One of his hands moved down to her panties.

He chuckled as he felt how wet they were. “Holy fuck. You’re soaked.” He said. She let out a moan as he started to rub her clit through her panties. Her head laid back on his chest and she sighed. “Fucking hell, the fact that you’re falling apart in my arms is so hot.” He groaned. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly. Her hips started gently moving. He let out a groan as she was backing her ass into his groin. One of her hands reached down to his and pulled it in her panties.

He chuckled and looked down at her. “Is that what you want, baby?” He asked. “Yes please.” She whined and moaned as his fingers were abusing her clit. His other hand held her hip as she dry humped him. “Fuck I need to be inside of you before I explode.” He groaned. His motion stopped and she whined as he pulled his hand away from her wet pussy. He pulled down her panties and undid his pants pulling them down. He found her entrance and softly pushed in. Before she could scream his hand covered her mouth. “Quiet love, don’t want the others to hear, do ya?” He asked ,pushing into her more. She shook her head and moaned against his hand. He was splitting her in half but she was okay with it. Her pussy squeezed him and he groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.” She moaned at his words.

She thrusted back against him and whined as the pleasure took over the pain. He took that as a hint to start moving. Her hips moved back on his at the same time he thrusted. It felt perfect and the two found a rhythm really fast. She was letting out all types of pleasurable noises he wished to hear clearly. But didn’t wanna risk the others waking up. “You sound fuckin’ beautiful, love.” He groaned in her ear. His hips started moving faster, bumping her small body into the counter. She wasn’t able to keep up with his thrusts. His hands move to pull her body as close as possible to his. His hands stayed on her stomach. She bit her lip to quiet the moans that tumbled out of her lips.

She’s never felt this good before. Billy felt her spasm all over his cock making him grunt out a “fuck.” She was close to her end as was he. “Billy I- I think I’m g-gonna cum.” She whined a little too loud. He placed his face in her neck and let out a moan himself. “Yeah baby? Let go for me.” He tells her. “Let go for Daddy.” Her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth dropped open, it took everything in her tiny body not to scream his name. He felt her drench his cock which triggered his orgasm. He grunted and came inside of her. She gasped at the feeling of his cum inside of her.

They both slowed their hips and came to a stop. Both of them panting like dogs as they stayed in that position. He kissed her neck and whispered sweet nothings in her ear making her giggle. Her giggle was so fucking cute to him. He pulled out of her, making them both gasp. She turned around and looked up at him with a smile. He looked down at her with a smile and realized that he was in love with her. “You’re so fucking adorable.” He grunted before kissing her again.