#Amazon The Boys

[bohemianblasphemy]

The need I have to write a soldier boy x reader is astronomical

I need that motherfucker like water

[nijigasakilove]

Oh the woman you were.. you deserved so much better

[ohsnapitzmarvel]

A redemption arc that didn’t end in the character dying???? We stan

[mrsdesade]

Guilty of simping once again your honour 🖐🏻😔

I'm so grateful for the love and support you're giving to Ophera even If she's just an OC, love all of you so damn much ✨🌈💕💖🌟

Fandom: The Boys Name: Ophera (Miranda Reinslayer) Age: 33 Pronouns/Sexuality: she/her - straight Hair colour: obsidian black Eyes colour: light red Height: 1,75cm Languages: American English Job/Occupation: working superhero for the Vought; third member of the Seven, performer and worldwide famous singer Powers: metals manipulation, her tendons and vocal cords are made of thin metal and she can sing wonderfully Pairing: no one (abusive relationship with Homelander, faking to be a couple for the media) Parents: raised in a laboratory by Madeleine Stillwell and a group of scientists

Like: rock live music - smoking - ride her motorcycle - doing missions outside the country - Ashley - Starlight Dislike: theatre - musical - radical religion - electric shocks jokes - flying high - skyscrapers (she suffer from vertigo) - sometimes Homelander - Edgar

________

bonus: incorrect quotes for these two idiots

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Something New (The Boys Drabble)

Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Summary: Slapping Billy doesn't go the way you think it would.

CW: slapping, rough sex, name calling

The Boys: (send an ask to be added to an ask list!)

___ ___ ___ ___ ___

It wasn't necessarily an accident, but it wasn't on purpose either. Billy had been up in your face for the last twenty minutes telling you what a filthy whore you were for him with his dick buried balls-deep in your cunt. He was that mean kind of dominant that you lived for deep down— your best well-kept secret. 

But he was getting a little too mean, a little too cocky, and you'd slapped him. Not hard, mind you. Just a little wake-up call to snap him out of it. And the look he'd given you? Sent chills of pleasure down your spine. He stopped thrusting to look at you, a wide, massive predatory grin spreading over his features. 

"That's how you want to play, eh, love?" Punctuated with a brutal thrust right into your g-spot. "You slap like a girl. Do it again. Harder."

Your hitched breath had given way to a yelp at that hard thrust, and that cocky glint in his eye had you clenching around him tight. You slapped him again, a little harder this time. Billy shook his head and tutted comically with his tongue. 

“You call tha’ a slap, do y’ah? Pathetic.” 

You grunted with frustration, but the harsh slap to your clit that he gave you stopped that right in its tracks. You slapped him once more, hard. He groaned, eyelids fluttering with pleasure.

“That’s more fucking like it, love,” he growled, gripping you by the hips and slamming inside you over and over, not caring about the way your entire body began to shake with the pleasure of your oncoming orgasm. 

“Once more love, eh? One more and you can fucking cum like the pathetic little whore you are,” he grunted, panting and fucking himself into you so harshly you were worried about bruising on your lips. Not that you could really think about the ramifications of that behind the fuckdumb haze clouding your thoughts. 

Between your pants and mewls of pleasure, you managed to land one more hard slap to his cheek and Billy snapped, surging forward to bite down on the join between your neck and shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood. 

His hips jack-hammered against your cunt and between the relentless stimulation of your g-spot and the bite on your shoulder, you came. Roiling waves of pleasure made you scream out his name, your body jerking like a pornstar possessed. 

You couldn’t control the way you moaned and jerked against him, and when he finally pulled his teeth off your shoulder, his eyes were practically black with desire. 

“My little fuckslut, eh? Yeah, tha’s right. You know what you are,” he grunted, pressing a hand down on your chest as he got closer to his own orgasm. “Been fucked absolutely fucking dumb, haven’t you?” 

You nodded mindlessly, overstimulation starting to set in. 

And then he finally came, his chest rumbling as he fucked his cum into you. His head rolled back with pleasure as he finally let go, and the way his fingers squeezed against your chest had you grunting too. 

Fuck, you think you’ve discovered something new about yourself today. 

And possibly something new about Billy, too.

[disenchanted2006]

this is my official butchie coming out post ... yeah guys we lurk among you, the only difference is: we aren't seeing the pearly gates

[babybirbb]

“you let your canary die, how you gonna know when you've gone too far?”

“you were always like my canary i suppose”

[petit-hughie]

[tartiflvtte]

Here's an artworks dump of Qilander (my oc Qilin x Homelander) <3

Soooooo many things planned for them... I started writing about them not so long ago I hope I manage to finish it ;_;

[slimepuppied]

THE BOYS S1E6 ,

ANTONY STARR AS HOMELANDER

[bohemianblasphemy]

Billy wearing a Santa hat and black boxers n telling you to sit on his lap 🤭

[nijigasakilove]

I miss her

[burntsaltsblog]

THE BOYS SEASON FINALE SPOILER BELOW

SOLDIER BOY SOLDIER BOY SOLDIER BOY SOLDIER BOY SOLDIER BOY SOLDIER BOY SOLDIER BOY SOLDIER BOY SOLDIER BOY SOLDIER BOY SOLDIER BOY SOLDIER BOY SOLDIER BOY SOLDIER BOY

[mrsdesade]

the goodest boy in the sky 🌟 me justifying all his war crimes

15 minutes sketch I've made this morning during a little pause from work, drawing my fictional husbands is my stress relief method

[raz-writes-the-thing]

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).

The Boys: (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"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.

[disenchanted2006]

BACK ON MY BUTCHIE SHITTTTT

rip hughie campbell, you would have loved fiona apple. ur not dead, ur just a man :(