#✢ BUTCHER ✢ asks.

[h-a-unted]

“ Say your last words. ” @merry-andrews Homelander FOUR WORD PROMPTS

He is staring daggers at the Supe. As usual, the predominant feeling covering him is anger. Despite actually feeling like he might die right then and there, despite knowing the other just might laser him until all of his remains are spread across the floor. It doesn't matter – Butcher is mad, completely mad.

And yet, a grin shows itself in between blood and bruises.

"Didn't think you were the sentimental type." he answers before a chuckle escapes him. "Alright, I got some last words for you:... suck my sweaty balls."

[frogchiro]

Butcher!Simon getting a hearty stew after giving reader some of the best cuts because it’s been a slow winter and also his desire to feel like he’s providing

anyways

Butcher!Simon is secretly going insane when he saw you enter his shop with a small dutch oven wrapped up in a secure, thick cloth and he gets to watch you fluster and stammer out how grateful you feel every time Simon leaves all the best cuts of meat for you, and for half the price for it too! So you decided to at least try to pay him back with cooking up a hearty stew with the meat he gave you this morning and gifting it to him! It's the least you can o for him for being such a sweetheart.

The blonde would pump his fist if he was anybody else; luck was on his side today. It was winter in the small mountain village and it was early afternoon too, that meant that it was rather slow going now with most people eating lunch at home or meandering outside, generally avoiding the butcher's shop which meant he could be left the fuck alone with you, his sweet girl who cooks for him with the meat he provided you.

Simon is a quiet and gruff man, the strong and silent type you'd say who doesn't really talk much besides what is necessary since you know, he has a butcher's shop, but he loves whenever you stop by and talk with him on slow days or when you bring him something you cooked and baked. Whenever you look at him with those big (e/c) eyes and that bright smile when you hand him your delicious cooking is enough to make his cock stir under his thick apron and he has to wait until you turn away to discretely adjust himself and bite back a grow because he felt himself leak in his boxers.

It won't be until he returns to his small, cold apartment above the shop and lays himself into his rickety, old bed after stuffing himself with that stew of your that he will take his aching cock out, squeezing it until a whining growl leaves his throat as he watches the thick red ti spurt out cum all over and poor Simon can only wish that it's inside you where it belongs, where he craves it to be </3

He is a natural provider and protector of those he deemed deserving in his twisted mind and you are the only one who truly deserves it. All of it, all of him. You already are so sweet on him, always bashful and smiling whenever you talk to him and watching that excited glint in your eyes when he praises your cooking is just...incredible.

Our dear butcher will come with a strange, strangled noise in his throat, his fat cock pulsing and spurting out shot after shot of thick seed on his hairy tummy as he continues to snap his broad hips up in order to chase that high and ride his painfully strong orgasm out; thinking about you just does that to him and he can't help but fantasize in this moment of rare vulnerability about what if you were there with him, laying all warm and worn out on top of him, his potent precious seed leaking out of you a you lay under one of your warm, cozy blankets in your room and whisper sweet nothing to each other.

In the end he's still...there. Naked, in that old, creaking bed, surrounded by walls with chipping paint in this shitty old apartment.

[deerspherestudios]

Just played your mushroom game on a complete whim and ended up sitting and consuming content of Mychael for 2 hours (or until I was severely dehydrated/j) straight!He damn near immediately because my favorite VN character, even surpassing characters I've liked for like a year now!

My question is would Mychael ever consider raising more livestock, like pigs and cows for meat and milk? Ducks, maybe? Or does he not have the stomach to butcher animals himself now that he has 3 hens as pets after not being able to make fried chicken with em? I can see him resisting the urge to get some more livestock knowing he'll just get attached <3

Love your game! Keep it up, and I hope soon I'll be able to support you in whatever way I can :)

I think he'd love to have cows! But he feels like it'll be a lot of work to keep a cow comfortable and happy in the forest where he lives when he can get milk and meat during his trips into town. The companionship would be nice but in the long run he doesn't think he's ready for that burden yet, unlike smaller animals like his chickens.

Have something I drew a year ago though! <3

[densewentz]

Guess who's been playing Don't Starve while watching Dead Boy Detectives 💕

[potato-lord-but-not]

i have every single one of your butcher drawings saved to my camera roll and every now and then i look at them, screech and giggle and disintegrate, and carry on with my day. they're like rations for me. daily sustenance if you will

I had a specific demographic in mind while drawing these ahem anyway more for your stash anon

[rammliedmania]

GIVE ME MORE HELMETLESS POTEMKIN, AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!

AB-SO-LU-TE-LY-!! we love helmetless Potemkin in here!!!

[habken]

HEY THERE!

I'm sorry if it's rude or annoying, but can youplease draw Deku and Bakougo as double trouble? With like,,, the crop tops?? That would be sooo cool!!!

(I imagine Deku doing the peace sign towards the camera and gixigfp)

idk double trouble so here’s them as team rocket instead

[foldingfittedsheets]

I'm sorry a TURKEY did WHAT to your mother's contact lens?? HOW??????

Right, yeah. So we had this turkey when I was growing up. And we raised this fucker from a tiny little baby, hand fed him, just doted on him. He was our first turkey ever. My mom called him Tom.

One day, she needed to work in a pasture so the flock of assorted fowl, (chickens, geese, and Tom) needed to be gently herded into an auxiliary pasture for the time being. The geese were biddable enough, the chickens ran ahead.

But Tom was not feeling it. He puffed up in irritation and my mom leaned down with her arms spread to usher Tom through the gate. Tom parked it. He turned to regard my mom with avian malice. And as she leaned down he shot out his horrible bald head and pecked her eye.

My mom screamed and fell backward, flailing enough that Tom fled through the gate anyway. When she recovered herself she came back inside, shaken and furious.

She checked out her eye and found it miraculously undamaged after the assault. It was like an hour later when she realized her contact lens was missing and the whole family speculated that it had saved her eye from Tom’s attack.

Tom did not live to see another sunrise.

[blindmagdalena]

S/o teaching Ryan cuss words, not knowing Homelander is LITERALLY hearing everything , in a meeting?

Tapping his index finger on the armrest of his chair, Homelander's patience thins the longer this meeting drags on.

He's never left you alone with Ryan before, and while he's not concerned per se, he is maybe a touch... irritated. Not for anything either of you did, but for the hyperawareness of what he knows he's missing out on. Laughter, bonding, that sweet sense of familial comfort.

It's only just begun to take shape between the three of you, and it needles him to not be a part of it. What if the two of you watch a movie he hasn't seen, and it's all the two of you want to talk about over dinner?

Attention drifting, he unconsciously begins tuning towards the sound of Ryan's voice. The two of your aren't far, with his suite just several floors above the conference room. He should be able to hear what the two of you are— "You're fucked!" Ryan declares proudly. Homelander visibly jerks, startling the woman sitting to his left, though no one makes mention of it.

"Yes! 'You're fucked' turns 'fuck' into an adjective. Good job!" You praise. He can hear the broad smile in your voice. "Now, can you give me an example of 'fuck' as a noun?"

There's a pause before Ryan tentatively answers, "Like fuck I'm going to bed?"

The distinct clap of a high-five rings in his ears.

"Yes! That's right!" You say, followed by the both of you falling into laughter.

Homelander's incredulous look shifts slowly into a smile that's equal parts disbelief and delight.

You're fucking kidding me.

A usage that makes 'fuck' an adverb, by the way. He's looking forward to surprising you by sharing that little tidbit when he gets home.

[h-a-unted]

He calls for her and just like a loyal dog, she's there. Death and his dog, that's what they're known as and always will be known as. She emerges from nowhere, circling once then twice before standing behind Butcher. A beast in her own right, a deity herself, she still shadows him, waiting patiently. — Kimiko (@dollhidden) & Butcher in their god aus maybe? 👉👈 || I AM ALL FOR IT, BESTIE!!

It never takes long after his call for the goddess to appear. If anyone around them had paid close attention, surely they'd be trying to outrun them – silly as it may be, for no one can outrun death and his dog. When the hound made herself present, there was no doubt that blood would be spilled... and the Butcher wouldn't have it any other way.

As she arrives, blocking the very rays of the sun, Death's gaze lifts over, a chilling smile present. "Mornin', lil pup," ironic for him to say when his head was completely raised in an attempt to make eye contact. "Hungry for a treat?"

He pauses, lowering his head to now turn over to the battlefield. It seemed that yet another war was at hand. The word 'delightful' was written across his face as he eyed them over. A hand is raised to his chest level as he points over towards the unsuspecting humans, the other free hand goes to fur, sliding fingers across it. "I've got quite a few. Care for a feast?"

It was a shame those humans were so busy fighting each other, for they were unable to hear the toll, and Butcher always finds it pleasing to see their transition from confidence to fear.

[frogchiro]

i would gladly give butcher!ghost his chubby babies omg

Please do it, he deserves it :(( All Butcher!Simon wants is a family with you and watch you swell and then give birth to his chunky healthy baby is literally the pinnacle of that dream.

Your new daughter would basically be never not carried, always with either mommy or daddy and she's such a happy little thing :(( Despite being only like three weeks old she stares up at you and your husband like you're the most precious beings ever and she will smile and giggle in that adorable baby voice at everything you do and say to her.

She's very curious too! When Simon is holding her and showing her your beautiful flower garden, her big (e/c) eyes literally light up in wonder of all the new things in this huge new world.

But both yours and Simon's favorite time is when you feed her in the evening; your back is pressed against the blond's huge chest as he sits behind you and supports your arms while you're holding your little cub close and let her feed as much as she wants, soft warm smiles grace both yours and Simon's faces as you look at the little wonder you two created :((

Simon would then press a kiss to your jaw and whisper in your ear a reverent thank you; thanking you for giving him a purpose to live, thanking you for a warm place to call home and especially for giving him this little chunky bundle of joy for him to father and nurture <3

[reveluving]

can i go rabid in your inbox…not a request just imagine billy x reader x kessler…🥴 the contrast of billy being rough but ultimately wanting you to feel good and finish, and kessler being faux sympathetic ‘aww, you poor thing :(((‘ and keeping it just out of reach…hell yeah

- the benny/rick puffing out chests anon (i still go back and read that! 🩵)

me: *sighing, opening the kessler gdoc I already had and scrolling to the bottom because you know damn well I’d elaborate on this. and a girl’s gotta eat too!!*

addict ; billy butcher x reader x joe kessler

includes: s~mut obv (minors DNI!)

a/n: okay but HOLY SHIT, BENNY/RICK CHEST PUFFING ANON??? IT’S BEEN WHAT, TWO YEARS SINCE THAT ASK? bless you, hun! I sincerely hope you’re doing well, please know I giggled and kicked my feet in my bed to this, and the fact that you still come back to the rick series!! 😭❤️

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smut includes: mm4f, size kink, ‘softer’!dom butcher & slightly meaner!dom kessler are equally nasty, petnames, dirty talking, cunnilingus, edging, overstimulation, sq~uirting, voyeurism & exhibitionism, spanking (once), brief mentions of age gap (legal & consenting!!), bj & unprotected s~ex (p in v), butcher & kessler are absolutely obsessed over you!!

Butcher had an obsession with the way you moaned in his ear as he had you on your back. His large frame concealed yours as his hips moved, his thrusts deep but his pace torturously slow. Like Kessler, he loved how your voice pitched higher each time he bottomed out into you, begging him to let you cum in incoherent murmurs. Seeing his team’s pretty little ace writhing underneath his old buddy was almost as exhilarating as any combined operation he had ever faced. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Butcher cooed condescendingly, tilting your head up by your jaw so Kessler, who was lazily pumping his cock as he sat on the chair he had dragged beside the bed could see your tears. If your eyes weren’t brimming with tears, blocking both your vision and mind, you would’ve tried to avert your gaze from Kessler’s heated ones. 

“Billy, please…” You sobbed. 

Butcher was dying to have you when it all started, and he would’ve had you first but he wanted to drag your orgasm. Make you yearn for release, only to cry out in frustration ever so cutely each time he slowed his pace, and despite what one would believe, he would’ve surrendered to your cries much quicker, giving you what you, or at the very least, teasing you just a little bit longer before giving you what you needed then and there. Offering you sweet kisses and even sweeter reassurance as he kissed your neck. 

But Kessler wanted to put your limitations to the test, and you knew you were in for a wild ride when he suggested it with a playful glint in his eye. 

Even so, he took great consideration for your well-being, immediately asking Butcher for the safeword and both of them reminding you to use it if you ever needed to stop at any point. A calm before the storm, before he pushed you onto the bed and restrained you with his arms on your thighs, then latched his lips onto your sensitive clit. 

When Kessler had you on your back, flicking his tongue along your lips and grumbling into your pussy, causing your legs to tense and tremble, Butcher sat by your head. Leaning in to kiss wherever his lips could reach, praising you with zero filter while his hands alternated between roaming your luscious body to holding your hands to your head each time Kessler’s tongue had you particularly jumpy. 

“Y'hear that?” Kessler lightly slapped your pussy, his fingers covered in your slick and his saliva the more he patted your sensitive bud. He and Butcher shared a chuckle, and you would’ve attempted to shut your legs if not for Kessler’s adamant grip.

Butcher needed in, so he sat behind you, pulling you onto his lap so he could be with you as physically close as possible. 

With Kessler’s fingers glistening with your juices, he offered his digits to your lips.

“Go on,” Butcher rasped in your ear as brushed his beard along your shoulder, “Taste y’self, so you’ll know why I love tongue fuckin’ you just as much as he does.”

And one thing led to another, after Kessler edged you for a while, topped with the way Butcher squeezed your tits and had the audacity to tell you not to cum just yet, you were already mush in their arms. It wasn't until you looked up at Butcher with your glossy, puppy dog eyes that he convinced Kessler to spare you the torture. 

But with how long they refused your orgasm, you couldn’t control the spurt that had the men who worshipped you the way America did with their golden boy laughing and cheering for your release.

“‘Atta girl,” Kessler praised, swiping and stimulating your sensitive folds to force the very last droplets of your juices into his mouth and chin, “Atta girl.”

You were practically melting in Butcher’s arms, letting him kiss your cheek, jaw and neck before turning your head to press his lips onto yours. 

Kessler’s stubble tickled your thighs and hipbone, his calloused hands slowly sliding up your body before reaching for your hand. You felt his lips against the pads of your fingers before bringing them in between your legs. You felt Butcher smile against your lips when you whined at the embarrassing squelch, but they perked up at the noise.

“Up.” Butcher murmured as soon as he pulled away. You blinked sluggishly, seeing his eyes dart to your fingers. You brought your hand to his face and he immediately wrapped his lips around your fingers, unabashed with the sounds of suckling and groaning that mingled with Kessler’s. You were practically clenching around nothing, and before you could voice out your frustration, Butcher captured your lips with his once more, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Feels nice, right?” Kessler smiled when you practically jerked at his knuckle nudging at your clit. You weren’t even sure if he was asking you or Butcher, “Just gotta tough it out, bud.”

“Shut it.” Butcher scoffed, but God, did he need you and he needed you now.

Butcher shot Kessler a glare when the latter playfully slapped your ass, though they both knew Butcher didn’t mind it one bit. Not when you let out an irresistible yelp, a reaction they hoped to hear more when they switched places, with Butcher already in Kessler’s place, but not before removing his pants while Kessler decided to sit back. As much as he wanted to feel you once more, he didn’t want to miss any of your reactions if he were to ever lose himself in his own pleasure. 

He knew he’d have just as much fun watching you front row seats, plus, he already had more plans for you soon. Whether he was going to have you once Butcher had his fill of you or if he would be impatient enough that he’d stand or kneel next to you so he could feel your perfect lips around his cock was uncertain. 

But with how addictive you were, he and Butcher knew none of them could wait to have you whole.

a/n: I hope y’all enjoyed this little piece of our two hunks. it’s pwp ‘cause do we REALLY need a reason to go to town with them? SHIT I wanna hear more about them or at least kessler 😩 pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[astolfofo]

…I had a thought about the halovians(specifically sunday) and want to know peoples opinions. do u think he has nesting instincts? :3 thank u for listening to my ted talk.

hi (i did say i was gonna answer this 2 weeks ago unfortunately I forgot i'm so sorry.) But anyways, thank you for your ask, and 100% he does.

tw: non-con, forced pregnancy, dark content. truly the unedited sleep deprived trying to write.

Okay i finished writing this i know you didn't ask for acutal writing but i went ahead and did it anyways because why not hope u don't mind

also excuse the fact that thus was posted at 4am and I was half falling asleep already while writing this.

There were three days in your life that you could have called the worst.

The first one was the day when Sunday took your life away from you, and claimed you to be his "wife". The second was when first time he chose to be intimate. The third was when you got pregnant as a result.

Nothing had ever stuck to you like the day after that. You felt like washing the sheets until your hands would bleed. You wanted to submerge yourself in bleach until every fiber of your body burned, shriveled up, and died.

You wanted to forget that it happened. That the events in the previous night ever happened at all.

But the soreness between your legs was a constant reminder. And even though the pain went away after a few days, it was replaced by something much worse. Something you feared.

You saw the signs from the second you got them. Your body felt heavy. You were constantly tired. You had lost interest in eating. It was obvious what was going on.

And for a few days, you tried to hide it. The longer Sunday didn't know, the better it was for you. That way, you could slowly while away your last few moments in peace before everything was taken from you in entirety.

After a few weeks, you couldn't hide it anymore. You remember staring at the double line on the pregnancy test.

You almost instantly broke down into tears. It wasn't anything that you hadn't already know n, but maybe part of you still just believed you were ill, that maybe there was another reason why you had missed your period that month. That the pain you kept experiencing was just from some kind of illness.

The last thing you could keep away from Sunday was taken away from you that day. The sense of freedom you could've had.

To Sunday, you suppose this was the final step he needed to take to bind you to him. Another way to control you. Another way to keep you in his arms, and make sure you wouldn't let go.

And if you didn't want to get murdered by the press, if you didn't want to further sabotage both your own and Sunday's public image, you knew to take it.

You had no choice but to take it. You were no more than an insect trapped under his thumb.

-

out of the two of you, there was only one person that was particularly enthusiastic about having a child.

It certainly wasn't you.

Ever since you had first found out about the pregnancy, you had felt empty. As if someone directly sucked the soul out of your body.

You weren't yourself anymore. You hadn't been for a long time.

Sunday didn't seem too bothered by it though.

You weren't sure if it was just his own parental instincts, or whether he could tell that it was almost time for you go into labour. Maybe it was a combination of both. You didn't care. You couldn't care less.

All you knew was that his presence was suffocating. Overbearing. Invasive, even.

You couldn't do anything by yourself. Sunday felt the need to assist you with everything you did. Even basic tasks such as grabbing an object, he insisted that he would get for you.

But what set you off the most, was his intense urge to keep the house in order. You had never seen him having such intense urges to organize a room even when just the slightest thing was out of order. He couldn't stand seeing the slightest speck of dust, he couldn't stand seeing the furniture just an inch out of place.

It drove you to madness.

If you had even slightly misplaced something Sunday you would notice Sunday getting slightly agitated.

From the moment he came home, to the moment he would fall asleep, he spent every waking second making sure the house was perfectly in order, before obsessing over you. At some point you just wanted to wave him off. Lock yourself in the bathroom and sleep for a long period of time, until you had no concept of reality anymore.

You didn't have it in you to keep going. week after week, month after month, Sunday's final goal had always to perfect you into an obedient wife that would do as they were told. And no matter how you tried to fight it... you were always forced back into obedience.

There's two cold fingers touching your chin, and lifting your face up, until you're forced to meet a pair of eyes.

They're bright. Everytime you see them, you can't help but try to look away. They were as bright as the sun, and just like the sun, you felt as if you were going to be blinded jfyou looked at them for too long. You guess it could've also been a sentiment to the power he held over you too.

"Dear, did you hear a word I just said?"

It's an obvious answer. But, you know better by now just to answer the question. You slightly shake your head, which supposedly satisfied him enough, to let go of the fi gers holding your head up.

He sighs, you're not sure in annoyance or in disappointment.

"If you keep acting like this, I'm going to need to resort to drastic measures..."

You look at him one more time. You remember how when you first saw him, you thought of him to be beautiful. To be almost ethereal.

You regret falling into that hypnosis. You regret looking at him at all.

Look at where it got you.

[potato-lord-but-not]

I saw a meme and immediately thought of these two

NO YOURE SO RIGHTTT

[nauti-ca]

how im feeling abt 34 + some faroe au doodles

[rammliedmania]

hello! would you be interested in drawing Axl Low again?

aabsolutely!! im super sorry for the such late reply anon!!! :( i got distracted and i ended up forgetting... i hope youre able to see this though! i havent forgotten about you!!! since last time i made ggst axl, i made XRD axl now.... (i like it more tbh) i hope you like it!! 🤎🤎🤎