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25 y.o men on tinder in my area either look like they have 5 paid off mortgages, are balding fast and remember the great depression or like they are 15 and play Fortnite and yell at their mother cause she told them dinner is ready
I’ve never met anyone who else down horrendously bad for butcher until I found your page and honestly I can relate, I feel so seen knowing I’m not the only one out here day dreaming about getting railed by him, yall are so real🙏🙏🫂🫂
BUTCHER BRAINROT PEOPLE UNITE!!
this is about butcher ^^
there are actors who are typecast and then there is Jensen Ackles who has been successfully typecasting himself for years
i hear Paris is so beautiful this time of year
what are you? a slut? you and your Hawaiian shirts with the first few buttons unbuttoned?
and as i summed this hunk of a man up
i want him to fuck me while i wear one of his shirts
i know they smell just like him. musky to the point it makes me wet
Too Sweet
Pairing: Billy Butcher x fem!reader
Word Count: 700-ish (Just a blurb, I’m working on longer stuff but I wanted to give y’all something. As a treat)
Warnings: Reader is described as being feminine and somewhat high maintenance (in terms of self-care), Billiam being a pervy old man, Butch wanting to corrupt reader, and reader alluded to being a lil kinky. In summation, he breaks into your room and jacks off in your bed pair of your panties. Y’know, the usual.
Author’s Note: I’m genuinely so sorry if this sucks booty cheeks. I also know this isn’t the fic I mentioned, but I had to feed the fellow rats. If you have any feedback AT ALL, please let me know. I appreciate the response I’ve gotten on all of my little drabbles. I’d love to respond to prompts and brainrot, as well, so hit me up! I love y’all!
smut below the cut • 18+ mdi
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Butcher knows you're too sweet for him.
Yet, here he was, in your room that you always seemed to leave unlocked. He's splayed out on your mattress; that's way too comfortable to be in a shithole bunker. Your space smelled divine. The scent of all the sweet lotion, body oil, perfume, and whatever in the feminine fuck you wore seemed to be everywhere.
In his drunken stupor, he'd stumbled into your room instead of his own. At least, that's what he'd continue to tell himself. After flopping onto your plush bedding, he clumsily grabbed a photo off your nightstand and squinted. You and Hughie beamed back at him through the frame.
"Mmm, pretty little thing, ain'cha?" He mumbled and moved to rest a boot on the opposite knee, but felt something under the weight of his foot. He sat up on his elbows and looked at the obnoxiously girly fabric now resting on his thigh. "What do we have here?"
The baby pink, cherry-patterned panties were soft against his calloused palms. Billy whistled lowly, running his thumb along the lace on the hem. He rested the picture frame on his lap so he could hold them with two hands. Of fucking course, they had a little bow on the front.
"Well, ain't that just typical?" The swelling stiffness in his pants was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. Butcher dropped his boot back to the floor with a heavy thud. His mussed, dark head of hair met your silky pillows. He hummed in faux contemplation.
He'd like to say he felt guilty, or gross, about what he was about to do. His senses were too clouded by your scent, both from your fragrances and the panties crammed around his nose, to protest. You smelled even better than he'd dreamed. You were so fucking sweet.
"Fuuuuckin' hell.." Billy's guttural groan was muffled by the frilly fabric. His free hand had fallen to his fly. He moaned as he was finally free from the confines of his jeans. He was grateful that he’d gone commando again. He took one final, deep inhale as his eyes rolled into his skull. His cock twitched at the action. He needed you carnally.
His hand was furiously fisting his cock now. Your adorable undergarment felt perfect against his angry, leaking tip. He moaned unabashedly at the photo of you. He'd seen the way you looked at him. It was so precious. He couldn't possibly let you be with someone like him, though. right?
Butcher thought about those cherry-flavored, glossy lips wrapped around him. He bucked at the idea of your wispy lashes fluttering as he made you squirm. He shivered at the picture of your perfectly manicured nails digging into the muscles of his back. He panted at the notion of your sweet, intoxicating scent wafting at him as you bounced on his cock. His perfect little doll, his sweet girl.
Billy came with an alarmingly loud, strangled cry of your name and clapped a hand over his mouth. He watched the white, hot ropes hit the bottom of his Hawaiian shirt and smear over your panties. God, he had to run everything he touched, didn't he? He paused, realizing that somehow, you'd still remained this way despite being taken under his wing. He hadn't ruined or tainted you, not yet.
He hastily cleaned himself up with the fabric, wincing at the contact. He tucked himself back into his jeans and huffed at the sensation. He was about to pocket your panties, but he decided against it. He'd give you something to think about tonight. He dropped the panties where he'd found them with a grin. He left your sheets purposefully unkempt, secretly hoping he'd left behind some of his masculine musk. Maybe he’d hear her pretty, wanton whimpers through their shared wall, again. He hoped so.
On his way past your dresser, he opened the top drawer. Bingo. He grabbed another pair of panties and pocketed those. He made note of the fuzzy pink handcuffs, the girthy pink didlo, and the rose toy that also resides in the drawer. He snickered, leaving the drawer open. Just in case his hints flew over your head, which they often did, he left a cigarette behind. Surely, that’d do it. All Billy had to do was wait for his deceivingly sweet, innocent girl to come to him.
This would be fun.
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anyone wanna be tagged when i finally post the butcher sundress post?
Butcher will TALK. YOU. THROUGH. IT. He’s always saying too much in general but when he’s fucking you sometimes he just can’t seem to shut his mouth. When he’s close to cumming it’s almost incoherent. It goes from “Good girl. Your cunt feels so fucking good around my cock.” to “Good fucking cunt.” to mumbling almost words, but he’s going at it for so long you can’t really blame him. And he DEFINITELY lasts long, it’s a badge of honour for him.
oh my god, butcher talks so much during sex
he will say every single thought that crosses his mind for even a millisecond and he does not have a filter while saying this stuff, if you thought fucking him is already filthy then his dirty talk and the way he talks you through it is the filth to the power of ten
got back from work
now i think about billy butcher and soldier boy
watching Bones and Azazel decided to show up
same for Meg a few episodes earlier
billy butcher even brushing against me would cure my daddy issues
guys we should talk more about his unbuttoned shirt
Butcher stuffing his fingers in you after cumming inside while you mewl against his chest
and then shoving his fingers that are covered in your and his cum in your mouth to shut you up while cooing praises and little mocking phrases at you
butcher jerks off to the thought of how sweet and nice you are. it turns him on so bad seeing what a sunshune you are, no negative thoughts clouding your mind. he imagines letting his stress out on you in bed, corrupting you and making you cock drunk, drool spilling out of your mouth while he bruises you and marks you snd ruins you for any other man
me explaining my house of the dragon x the boys x supernatural crossover dream that keeps repeating
my mother thinks i look much older than i am while everyone i meet thinks im max 16 y.o 😭😭😭😭😭😭
Add in the comments if you think you look your age and what others guess
i love miserable men
i need to fuck him while he cries
*some sad green day song playing in the background*
i just know this man listens to this kind of stuff when he is alone
idc what you say
JUST GIVE ME ONE CHANCE PLEASE
billy butcher face fucks like noones business
he fucks your face without a care in the world, he will make you gag while making your eyes roll to the back of your head, holding your head in his big, rough hands, actively praising, mocking and degrading you
making you swallow his thick cum and not letting you go off his dick until he is sure you took everything
just a daily post about my babygirl
i know that i need them both in me, at the same time, no lube, no protection, day and night
butcher snatching my self respect and making me the most horny shit
writing everything on mobile because my laptop keyboard decided to stop working (literally all the characters i use for the password/pin do not work like wtf what is this homophobia) so everything that i am trying to write that is longer and much better than my stream of consciousness will take much longer to be finished
give me 2 days for the butcher sundress blurb or whatever comes out of it or a line of coke
i need to be put down
OMFG I NEED THIS MAN
did jensen’s NDA expire or what
the literal origin of “mansplain”
they're alive. they're on a date. they're in love.
Reblog to scare a CW executive.
