Daddy!butcher Who Takes Aftercare Very Seriously

daddy!butcher who takes aftercare very seriously

Daddy!Butcher is the kind of dude who would gruffly take care of you. Just completely dedicated to the task at hand, no deviations.

Like, sex with him borders on violent, at times. And you’re into it but it takes it's toll you know?

Your ass is sore from being spanked and there are bruises peppering your thighs, neck, and chest. Your hips are starting to ache where he was grabbing onto you, but it's not bad persay.

You're laying in bed, completely fucked out. Your breathing had finally evened out and you're content to float for a bit in a subby headspace. Butcher always takes care of you, don't he?

After he's pulled out and both of your releases were starting to dry on your inner thighs, he's up and out of bed. You hear the water running and he's back soon with a warm wash cloth and a towel that's been thrown in the dryer briefly.

He's helping you sit up against the newly constructed nest of pillows and blankets and cleaning you, pressing little kisses against your temple as you lean into him.

"Atta girl, took it so well, didn' ya? Proud of you, I am. Not too rough, was I?"

You shook your head in the negative as he pulls away briefly to toss the cloth and towel onto the floor.

"Do need to get you up though, love..." He mumbled against the crown of your head, placing a kiss as punctuation. You shake your head and turn to bury your face into his chest, letting out a whine.

You feel rather than hear his near chuckle. "You have drilled into me head that you need to wee after. Every time, if I remember correctly...non-negotiable, that."

"Don' wanna, daddy..." you whine into his chest, feeling petulant and needy all of a sudden.

Butcher tsked and reached suddenly to move you into your lap more firmly before lifting you into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom with a grunt.

You flailed a bit, before settling to sit up a bit more and wrap both arms around his neck, head resting on the junction between his shoulder.

He settles you down on your feet in the bathroom and your toes curl when they hit the cold tile. Butcher stands back a bit, hands resting on your shoulders as he looked directly into your eyes as they started to well up with tears.

"Know you're big enough to use the toilet on your own, but after, I'll come back, we'll shower, you can steal that old sweater you like so much, and we'll have a cuddle. Sound alrigh', princess?"

You nod again, gaze lowered to stare at your feet, an errant tear falling down your cheek.

Butcher hums and moves one hand to lift up your chin so you made eye contact.

"No more lip, Daddy always takes care of you, don' he?''

"Yeah..." You mumble, starting to feel the comedown.

"Good girl." Butcher noted, leaning in for a chase kiss. "Now do as you're told, and I'll be back in a mo'."

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i kindddd of need old man logan to give me just the tip so. thanks anon for making me think of this all day long. then pair it with him calling himself “your old man” while he’s at it like. it’s legit perfect ……………… i know anon kind of said it all but if anyone wants to continue their train of thought ……………… please do ……………………………..!

afab!reader. complementary drabble to this ask. mean!logan. she/her pronouns to refer to reader’s pussy (i’m sorry)

he’s got you pinned down underneath him, unable to move; he knows that if his grip were to come loose, you’d start fucking yourself on his cock and that’s not what he promised— he’s a man of his word, and “just the tip” really means just the tip, no matter how much he may want to fill you up. partly because he’s a stubborn fucking old man whose pride keeps him from wholly enjoying the way your body feels, but also because he’s addicted of the thrill he feels down his spine whenever you whine and beg for him to just fuck you. he’s a little mean about it too, tone condescending when he coos in your ear— “i can feel her squeezing me, baby. she’s trying to suck me in. are you really that desperate for me to fill you up, hm?” his voice is raw from the effort it takes to not fuck into you but he keeps up the facade anyway, feeling your cunt fluttering around him at his words, which only makes him chuckle darkly. “there she goes again. you really need cock this bad, huh? need to be stuffed full? pathetic little thing.” the end of his sentence is punctuated by a slow roll of his hips, rough fingers pinching your swollen clit, a dangerous grin on his face when you wail at the stimulation. he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh that connects your neck to your shoulder lightly, tongue coming out to soothe the mark he left behind as he stares down at you hungrily, hazel eyes obscured by the width of his pupils. “that’s too bad. you asked for just the tip, sweetheart, you’re getting just the tip.” he bares his teeth at you meanly, his cock throbs as you sob softly, arching into him with glossy, pleading eyes he knows he won’t be able to resist— his mean, unaffected act never lasts very long against the depth of your desire, crumbling only to reveal the truth of a man who is as desperate to touch you as you are to be touched.

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“I’ve got a surprise waiting for you at home,” you said, giggling into the phone. Logan’s not much for surprises, but for you? He’ll make an exception.

“How kind of you,” he says back, still rummaging through his desk. “Can I guess what it is?”

“Mhm, nope,” you reply, making a show of popping the p at the end of the word. “No hints for you, you’ll just have to wait and see tonight.”

He groans out loud, much to your amusement. You know he’s not a patient man and you’re hoping that the anticipation will eat him alive. He pauses for a moment, talks back to you in that voice that you fully recognize as his bedside voice. “Not even one?”

“Not even one.” You answer. “And stop it with your voice, you know what that does to me.”

“Yeah,” he whispers, sending a shiver down your spine. “That’s kind of the point.”

You’re real tempted to let the secret slip, but not tempted enough. With another laugh you bid him farewell, and hang up.

Logan looks at the phone in his hand amused, going back to searching for his lesson plans, your conversation still in the back of his mind.

Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.

The day couldn’t have ended any faster, driving home at exactly the speed limit to get home as fast as possible. Curiosity eating him alive, he steps into your shared home and to his surprise, you’re not there to greet him like normal.

“Doll, I’m home!” he calls out, and his ears perk up when you reply a faint in here! from the bedroom.

His shoes heavy against the hardwood floor, he follows the sound of your voice, opening the door to find you—

Oh.

Oh god.

He doesn’t know what he expected when you called him, but this certainly wasn’t his guess. Lit candles, the faint smell of vanilla in the air, lights dimmed and you—just you—looking pretty in a set he’s certain he hasn’t seen before.

God, where does he begin?

“Oh, princess…” he says, still in awe at the wonderful display. You rise from the sheets, allowing him to fully take in the lace that hugs your every curve, the same lace that lets him see everything and nothing all at once. From your chest, to your ass, to the garters that fasten the stocking onto your thighs—you’re wrapped up like a present, and it’s not even his birthday.

Your smile breaks him from his trance, fingers beckoning him toward you coyly. “Come over here, lover boy,” you whisper, and he feels his heart skip two beats.

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” he said, already making his way towards you. Sat on your haunches, you look up at him with faux innocent eyes, relishing in the sight of your husband speechless at the sight of you. Slowly, your hands glide against his shirt, every button removed between deft fingers. He lets you, chest heaving with each pop, until his torso is bare before you and you can feel the bare skin beneath your fingertips, firm and hot.

“Can’t tell if I wanna rip this off of you or fuck you in it,” he sighs, fingers playing with the soft fabric. “I don’t remember buying this for you.”

“I bought it,” you mutter, rising forward to place a kiss onto his adam’s apple, enjoying how it bobs under the touch of your lips. “Do you like it?”

A rhetorical question, but one he plans to answer anyway. He grabs your wandering hands suddenly, pushing you into the soft mattress below. You squeal, your eyes widening in shock before soon turning into something much more hungry.

“Do I fuckin’ like it?” he scoffed in that same honeyed voice from before. The clink of his belt rings loud in your ears as it falls to the ground, your thighs pressing together at the sign of what’s to come next. 

“Gimme a couple hours and I’ll show you just how much I love it.”

i love older guys that are actually cute and nice :3