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PRISCILLA. ˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ she/her sapphic : 8teen ♡ latina & delusional ✦‎۟ ࣭⊹ logan's girl ౨ৎ asks r open <3

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Anon because I’m shy as hell lol but big fan of how you write daddy!butcher because YOU KNOW he gets off on the idea of being like a protector/knight in shining armor. Like he’s gonna be damn sure that you’re safe, even if he gets a wee bit banged up.

dont be shy sweetheart i will NEVER judge u !

also THANK YOU you get it … daddy!butcher is a very very specific guy and honestly? I think he’s pretty much canon, we know he’s got major daddy issues and we know he’s a protector (in his own fucked up way)… it just makes SENSE for him to be a daddy dom !!

more thoughts below the cut - tw for pseudocest/ddlg , daddy!butcher, and daddy issues

he wants so desperately to protect. that’s all he’s ever wanted deep down, even if he thinks he wants revenge or violence or whatever. He’s a rough bastard so all that soppy shite comes out as aggression, but deep deep down he is a protector at his core, and needs to be someone’s knight in shining armor.

When you walk into his life you’re so pure, untainted by the violence and aggression he’s so used to. There’s no greater agenda, no malice to you - you’re just a normal girl, a good girl. That’s not to say you have no personality to you - Billy loves how cheeky you can get, and how sassy you are - but you’re just a good little sweetheart at your core, wanting to be happy and make others happy. That’s part of why Billy’s obsessed with you. You’re just so sweet.

He naturally takes on a parental role in your life, being many years your senior and the leader of his group. Don’t stare at ya phone so much, gonna give yaself a headache. Don’t stay up too late, need a good night’s kip or you’ll be a grumpy cunt tomorrow.

Little things, inconsequential things, that show he cares enough about you to order you around.

He’s sweeter on you than anyone else in his life, letting you hog the hot water in the shower every morning and pretending to be full so you can finish his dessert. He always covers up his kindness with some sort of quip - “ya need the hot water, you smell diabolical,” - but you know it’s because he likes you. The thought alone makes you blush.

He finds out about all the terrible shit your father put you through one night when you’re sharing a bottle of cheap vodka together, just the two of you.

He tells you about his own sperm donor, and laments about how he’s always wanted to be someone’s father figure, their knight in shining armor. He doesn’t mention how it gets him off to have that much control, but not in a clinical way like being a master or a sir. Being a daddy is different. It’s warm, caring, corrupted. It’s a complete control and a complete care that would prove Butcher as the capable, fucked up hero he’s always been.

“That generational trauma bollocks, innit? Want to right the wrongs of me old man. Somethin’ so nice about bein’ a daddy. I’d be fucked though,” he takes a swig from the bottle straight, only wincing slightly before putting it back down on the table and letting his eyes flicker to you. He speaks with drunken candour.

“Always wanted a little girl to take care of, little girlfriend to be mine. Same soft tone of voice when she begs for more cock as when she begs for more sappy fuckin’ cuddles.”

Your heart thuds in your chest. This is all you have ever wanted, all you have ever needed. And Butcher, the hottest older man you’ve ever met, his beard greying and his eyes stern, is basically offering it to you if you’re brave enough to read into the subtext of his words.

“I’ve always wanted to be that,” you whisper. There’s words unspoken in your sentence - always wanted to be that, for you, with you - but the subconscious way you lean closer to Butcher tells him the words you aren’t brave enough to speak.

“That so?” He hums, opening his thick arms for you. An opening, an opportunity for you to take, to cuddle into his chest and let him take control. You look up at him, scared as a deer in headlights but as excited as a puppy in heat, needing the extra guidance, the approval.

“Don’t be shy. Come to daddy.”

When your head meets his chest and your ass meets his lap, all the constant noise in your head dulls into a peaceful silence. His arms wrap around you and he pets your hair, shushing you gently, promising he’s going to keep you out of danger no matter how bloody his knuckles have to get in the process.

This is how it’s always meant to be between the pair of you.

billy butcher is the type of man that grabs your jaw for a slow deep kiss, and he definitely spits in your mouth.

obsessed with men who make you feel sexy for simply existing—who pop a boner whenever you look at them for too long; who swat at your ass every time you pass by; who can’t not wink at you when an innuendo is dropped. you’re always on their mind—the only person they desire, the only person they need.

you actually dont know how important butcher handling readers daddy issues is to my devastating mental slump i am BEGGING for more

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

These have been so much fun to write. Hope you enjoy anon :)

NSFW under the cut, Minors DNI!

The interaction wasn't even that bad, so to speak. Just some guy who had made an offhand comment has he walked by.

"Nice to see a girl and her father enjoying the nice weather!"

You had done a double take, stopping Terror short as he tugged on his leash. When you didn't see anyone else around, you swung your head to look at Butcher, who had also stopped short.

"Was that aimed at us?" You asked, voice shaking.

Butcher hummed, turning his head back to the path you had been walking in the park you frequented. You swore you heard him laugh as he walked a few paces ahead of you. "No one else here, love."

The interaction had rattled around your brain for the next week. It was funny, in a way, but it also made you feel some sort of way.

The dynamic wasn't new, at all. Butcher had adopted the moniker of 'daddy' with great excitement. But the actual ramifications of your relationship had started to show themselves.

The obvious age gap being the most glaring.

It had earned some odd looks, but Butcher's case of RBF usually was enough to deter any prolonged staring. To be honest, he liked it. It was just edging on taboo, barely scaping by as decent.

Butcher was old enough to be your father-hell, you had friends who's parent's were younger than him. It was dirty.

What was filthy was how much you liked it.

You loved sitting on his lap while watching TV, barely able to keep your eyes open.

You loved how he always kept a hand on you, whether that was a loose hold of your hand or a firm grip on your waist.

You loved how he guided you, both in and out of bed. How strong hands would set the pace as you rode him, mummering praise as he drove you closer to your own release.

After dinner, you grabbed Butcher's hand to lead him into the bedroom. You pushed him onto the bed, while you stood standing, making short work of taking off your clothes. He watched, enraptured.

"Like putin' on a show for me, do ya?"

You nodded as you stepped out of your panties.

Butcher smiled, sitting up and reaching out for you. You went easily, setting your naked core over the growing bulge in his jeans.

Butcher wrapped his arms around you, leaning to bit your earlobe.

"Haven' even kissed you properly yet, and you're dying for it... You just wanna make daddy feel good. Make this old man come in that pretty cunt? Know you need a man to take care of you, huh?"

You whined, tightening the grip you had around him.

"Lean back, pet. Let this old cunt take care of his pretty girl, hmm?"

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'."

daddy!butcher prompts are now being tagged as such! Please send me more, this is way too fun!!