#billy butcher x original female character

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Homelander as a Girl Dad

Trigger warning: DV, parental alienation, Homelander being Homelander.

Prompt: Anonymous asked: I don't know if someone already requested Homelander as a girl dad. But could I request him to have a supe daughter who is really close to him and loves him and yet also hates, fears him and can’t wait for the world to be rid of him.

This work is written as first a headcanon then transitions into a story. Enjoy!

You were Homelander's personal assistant and from the moment Ashley hired you, Homelander was infatuated. He would drop not-so-subtle hints of his affection and shower you with gifts and experiences you never thought you’d get. He’d take you to movie premiers and had you meet the members of the Seven. He would give you any and all dresses, shoes, and accessories you’d want. You were always attracted to Homelander; to his charm, his heroism, and his good looks. So, when you realized that the affections were mutual and he told you to call him John, you felt like the luckiest girl on earth.

When the relationship moved towards a physical one, John was as gentle as he could be with you. There were a few times when you had to remind him that you were just a normal person and not to be so rough. John would often say he’d want a family with you and that having a child would be the greatest gift anyone could ever give him. When you became pregnant and told John, both of your worlds were turned upside down. For better or worse, well it depends on your perspective.

You were okay with being in the public eye when working as Homelander’s personal assistant, and even more adjusted to it when the two of you started dating. Once the world heard that the two of you were expecting, the paparazzi increased tenfold. You were not able to go anywhere without paparazzi taking pictures and asking questions. One time the crowd of photographers was so dense, that a paparazzi accidentally bumped your baby belly too hard and made you stumble over in pain. Once that story went public, you were not allowed to leave John’s penthouse without him accompanying you. There were rumors that Homelander ‘took care’ of the photographer, but you chose to not believe them. Your sweet and charming John wasn’t capable of something so awful.

John is a busy man, attending meetings, social events, and the occasional hero work. You spent the majority of your days in the penthouse, there were people cooking for you and waiting on you hand and foot. You grew lonely, most of the people there either working in their positions to get a paycheck or out of fear, not speaking to you often. Whenever John came home, you’d run to him and embrace him, him being your only source of interaction. You’d ask him how his day went, sometimes he’d tell you, other times, he’d ask how the baby was.

When you gave birth, John was a little disappointed that it was a girl. You would reassure him that girls can do whatever boys can and that sometimes a father-daughter bond is stronger. John perked up after hearing that. In the beginning, John would be put off by the care of having an infant. They stink, they’re loud, messy and so goddamn needy. He did like the perk of you breastfeeding, it was always incorporated into sexy times with him. You thought of it as an undiscovered kink of his.

When your daughter was older, around toddler age, that’s when John started to take more interest in being a father figure. He’d teach Callie, your daughter, how to walk, how to use the potty, how to read. In the beginning, you were fine with it, it gave you a chance to take some time for yourself and watch the two of them bond. As time went on, you noticed that John would start to leave you out of the conversation and bonding experience as a family.

As time went on, John pushed you out more and more when interacting with Callie. He’d be the one taking care of her daily needs, ignoring you when you’d ask for updates on how she was doing in school, how her doctor’s visit went, and other important information. When you spoke to John about how you were feeling left out, he showed you a side of him you’ve never seen before. Hatred, malice, disdain. John wanted to be the sole caregiver to Callie. There were times that he’d shut you away in a room all by yourself, making you a prisoner in your own home. There were times when John would make the move to smack or attempt to hit you, but he’d always stop himself. After a while, he revoked your privilege of calling him John, you now had to call him Homelander.

You’d ask Homelander what went wrong in the relationship for him to treat you this way, but your inquiry was met with hostility. You began to contemplate leaving the penthouse whenever the two of them left for an outing. You know Homelander would never hurt Callie, he adores her. So, one day, you left…

“I’m home dad!” Callie said as she threw her schoolbag on the floor and walked into the kitchen to grab a snack. It’s been a few years since her mother left and she was told by her father that it was because her mother didn’t love her anymore. Callie was hurt by what her father told her, but she had no reason not to believe him.

“Hey sport, how are you today?” Homelander said as he threw his muscled arms around Callie. Callie grimaced but accepted the hug. Homelander noticed the change in her mood, he pulled himself away from her and asked,

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Uh huh, don’t lie to me missy. Tell me, what’s up?” Callie looks around the room, wanting to look at anything besides her father.

“I… uh… don’t think that you can help me with this. It’s something moms usually talk about.”

“Of course, I can help you, Callie. You can trust me with anything.” A few moments of silence and then Callie said,

“I got my period today.” Homelander blinked at Callie. Damn… I don’t know how to help her with that he thought. Homelander grabbed Callies’ hand and the two of them went to the entrance of the penthouse.

“Where are we going?”

“I have someone we’re going to talk to.” The two of them appeared in front of Ashleys office. Homelander opens the door, and a voice rang thru the large room,

“What the fuck have I told you about knocking Ashley?” Homelander and Callie came through the threshold. Ashleys demeanor went from hardened to frightened the moment she laid eyes on the man. Callie noticed this was a common theme with anyone that came across her father.

“Homelander, Callie. H-how can I help you?” Ashley said as her hand flew up into her red hair. Homelander sat Callie down on the sofa in the lounge area and went to mute the TV that was displaying the news.

“Callie here is now a woman. She needs to know some helpful tips about periods.” Callie turned to her dad and gave him a look that can be conveyed as ‘what the fuck?’ Homelander just shrugged as Ashley cleared her throat. Ashley walked from behind her desk to sit herself onto the armchair to the left of Callie. Ashley let out a nervous chuckle, looking at Homelander before she spoke,

“We’ll, as you know, periods are a normal thing for women…” Ashley looks around the room, trying to find inspiration in what she’s telling Callie. “Periods are a beautiful and natural thing for a young woman to have! They mean that—Oh my god!” Ashleys attention went to the TV screen, as did the other two. Displayed was a picture of a tall, bearded man in a trench coat and next to him, was you. The caption on the picture stated, “SUSPECTS WANTED FOR THE DEATH OF TRANSLUCENT” Ashley began stuttering, mumbling, and furiously twisting her hair in her fingers. Callie stood up and walked towards the TV, closely inspecting the picture of you in your disguise. Homelander approached the TV and promptly turned it off.

“Okay that’s enough for today. I think this kiddo has some homework to do dontcha bud?” Homelander grabs Callies hand and drags her out of Ashleys office. A million thoughts ran through Callies mind. ‘Why would mom join the bad guys? Why did she kill Translucent? Why did she leave me?’ Homelander picked up on the hurt on Callies face and said,

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll get it all taken care of.” Homelander took Callie back to the penthouse and said that he needed to step out for business and that she could order a pizza for dinner. When gone, Callie gathered her key fob and left the penthouse in search of you.

*

It had been a few hours looking in the area you’d been photographed, but Callie had finally found you in the subway, tucked away in a corner waiting for the train to arrive. She took in your appearance; sunglasses, ballcap and a leather jacket with the lapels pulled up to hide your face. Callie approached you slowly,

“Hey mom.” You spun to face her, freezing at the young girl standing before you. It’s been years since you’d seen Callie, at least in person. You’d seen her on TV many times, making appearances with your ex. She was a perfect mix of both you and Homelander.

“Callie. What are you doing here?”

“I saw you on TV.”

“It’s not safe for you to be here honey.”

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that after how you left us. After how you left me!” Callie began raising her voice, emotions starting to grow inside her. You approached her slowly after noting the fists Callie was making and said,

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” A tear ran down Callies cheek. You desperately wanted to reach out and wipe it away, you however treated her like she was a frightened animal, careful with your movements.

“Why did you leave?” You never wanted to answer that question, wanting Homelander to have that special bond between father and daughter untarnished. Before you could open your mouth, you heard the train approach, looking in its direction, you were torn. Now was your chance to escape, but you also wanted to set things straight with your daughter.

“Callie… I-”

“Trains ‘ere.” The man that was with you earlier on the TV broadcast appeared next to you, voice heavy with a cockney accent. Callie looked at both you and the tall man, named Billy Butcher. Callie had heard her father speak of him from time to time and how he was the bane of his existence. Once the train stopped, you made the difficult decision to part ways with Callie, you didn’t want her getting caught up in all your bullshit. Homelander will keep her safe, he would never let anything happen to her. As you found your seat on the train, Callie sat down next to you.

“Callie!”

“You never answered my question, why did you leave?” Looking between Callie and the subway train floor, you told her everything. How Homelander was the nicest man you’d ever met, and he slowly showed himself to be a monster. You told her of the domestic abuse and the times that he would alienate you from being a mother to Callie.

“I love you so much Callie. I never wanted to leave you, but I couldn’t stay with your father. I knew he would never lay a finger on you, you’re all he’s ever wanted.” Callie’s world was rocked. Her whole life she’d heard from her father that she wasn’t loved by you, that the only reason why you wanted to be with her Homelander was because of fame and fortune.

The train rolled to a stop a few stations from when the three of them went on. As you got off the train, Callie followed you and Butcher. Callie noticed the whispers between you and Butcher, you look back at her.

“Callie you can’t come with us.”

“I’ve finally found you after all these years and now you want to push me away?! It’s not fair!” Callie clenched her fist and punched a brick pillar, knocking the blocks loose. Callie’s face widens in shock, she’s never done that before. She didn’t even know she had the strength.

“Callie, what we do, is too dangerous for you. I’ll give you my number so we can text but know that I can’t always reply. Butcher, go ahead to the hideout, I’ll take Callie back home.” You and Callie catch a train ride to a subway stop just a block from Vought tower. On the train, you two talk about school and what her favorite subjects are, its art, what flavor ice cream she likes, it’s the same as yours, and Callie asked you what to do when it came to periods.

“It’s important to keep yourself clean, shower at least once a day. There may be times when you will have a stain, don’t worry. This happens to all of us at some point. If it happens at school and it’s on your pants, wear a sweatshirt around your waist if you can. Also, don’t wear white pants if you can help it.” Callie absorbed as much information you had to give about the subject, appreciative that you’re willing to talk about such a sensitive topic. Callie was beginning to question her father’s animosity towards you, you were so warm and welcoming and kind, the opposite of his descriptors was for you. Finally reaching your destination and standing outside of the tower, you give Callie a quick hug.

“Text me anytime but please, don’t tell your father about this. I don’t know when I can see you again, but if this plan pulls through then it may be sooner than later.” Callie nodded her head and went inside the building and into the elevator. Callie stepped into the penthouse and saw a worried Homelander standing next to the kitchen island.

“And where were you?” Homelanders voice low, eyes narrow, almost like he knew what she was up to, he just waiting for her to confess. Callie met his menacing glare with one of her own, and replied,

“Out.” She then left to go into her room, revulsion filling her thoughts about her father. Homelander the world's greatest and strongest superhero, was a calculating cruel man who filled her head with lies in an attempt to hate her own mother. Callie hoped whatever plan her mother had up her sleeve worked.

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How to Disappear - Chapter 4

Soldier Boy (The Boys) x OC

Word count: 3132 words

Summary: Eden Reid can't help her curiosity, and Soldier Boy can't help but take advantage of that curiosity.

WARNINGS: Swearing, minor violence

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Chapter 4: Talk

“Good morning princess. Tea or coffee?”

Eden’s body was sore, and her neck and arms ached. The room was cold, like a freezing cold you could feel in your bones, and as Eden’s vision returned and sharpened, she found herself in an unwell-lit, vacant windowless room, and stood in front of her were two figures; an average-looking curly-haired Joe, and the large, dark-haired, bearded man who had attacked her in her home.

Immediately Eden tried to stand, adrenaline now coursing through her veins, but she found herself restrained, with one of her hands handcuffed to a pipe behind her. This would not be a problem, but as she kept roughly pulling, trying to break out of the cuffs or to break the pipe, her wrist started to hurt, and after thrashing about for too long, Eden noticed that her strength was missing. An annoying foreign accent, feigning friendliness, brought Eden’s attention back to the men in front of her.

“I’m guessing neither tea nor coffee.” Eden ignored him, continuing her futile efforts to break free.

“Careful not to hurt yourself, love. You’ve got more than yourself to think about now.”

“What the fuck have you done to me?”

Eden’s tone was filled with venom, angry that her powers were gone. As she spoke, she stared up to the pair, and she noticed how the lankier man was nervous in comparison to the foreign one, and she intended to take advantage of this.

“Nothing permanent, don’t worry. Just a little concoction to keep you at bay, but we aren’t going to hurt you, as long as you don’t give us a reason to.”

“Well, you’re doing a fucking fantastic job, assholes.”

As Eden sarcastically responded she raised her handcuffed hand, which were already tender. Eden now noticed that she wasn’t wearing the office clothes she remembered putting on last, but a black sweatsuit set that she had gotten cheap from Target the previous winter.

Kidnapped, stripped and drugged – what else have they done to me? Eden thought panicked.

Realizing the dire situation she was in, Eden quickly switched up her attitude, and instead of thrashing about, she pulled up her knees and placed her head on them, looking up at the two men, face flushed, letting her eyes water from the very real fear she was feeling now.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean it. Please, just let me go. I don’t know what you want, but you don’t seem like bad men. I don’t have much, but I’ll withdraw everything from my account, you can have it all, I won’t say a single word to anyone. Please, just let me go.”

Eden’s voice cracked as she finished, choking down a sob.

Eden was scared, and if there was one lesson she learned from the Supe conflict resolution course that she took for one semester in college, it’s that she needed to gain the sympathy of her kidnappers, and she needed to capitalize off of her fear to do so. Unfortunately for her, in contrast with the lankier guy, the dark-haired man in charge was not fooled by her theatrics, and clapped as he spoke.

“I can see why he fancied you, love. You are a real damsel, a lady like Vivien Leigh, and the face for it too. Sadly, we’re not in Hollywood.”

“We aren’t going to hurt you Eden, we’re really not the bad guys – ”

Eden was waiting for the smaller man to speak, and immediately turned to him, with her brown hair falling on her face.

“So please then, just let me go.” Eden pleaded directly to her target, who she stared at with rounded eyes.

“Hughie, the pamphlets.”

The dark-haired man ignored Eden’s pleas, and turned spoke to the other man with a definitive tone. Apprehensively ‘Hughie’, took a bag that was on the table next to them – Eden’s bag. The young girl’s stomach turned as she saw him rummage and pull out some familiar papers.

“Stop, who do you think you are? What right do you have to do any of this?” Eden pleaded again.

“I’m Butcher, this here is Hughie. Fabulous, we’re all introduced. Now, how about we tell you what we know about you, and you can fill in the blanks. Your birth name is Eden Michelle Reid, twenty-five years old, blood type B, Capricorn, so you’ll be turning twenty-six soon, happy early birthday.”

The man paused for a moment, as though waiting for a response, but Eden said nothing, and stared with hatred at him.

“Clever girl, got into Godolkin University despite having not very extraordinary super abilities. You were never going to be in The Seven, that’s for sure. The charts say super strength, but it’s not the strongest, at least based on your assessment reports. That’s maybe why you dropped out, and ended up living in some random city in Jersey, working as a receptionist and not making very much. But it’s an honest life, and I can respect you for that.”

Eden looked up at the man, her face frowning. The man turned back to the table, picking up a file with papers, and taking them out to show Eden as he continued speaking. The first paper showed CCTV pictures of a dressed-down Soldier Boy, driving her Mazda, its car plate number clear as day.

“… what we cannot figure out is how Soldier Boy came into the picture. You’re a woman who lives a relatively remote, no social media presence for the past five years. Your manager thinks you’re shy, your co-worker considers you a bitch, the doctors at your clinic praise you, meanwhile it feels like practically no one else knows you. So, love, how did such a lone wolf meet Soldier Boy?”

Feeling the violation of her privacy, with a clenched jaw, Eden answered.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb, love. It’s not a good look on you.”

The man then took the papers from Hughie, and dropped them onto the ground near Eden, one-by-one, pictures of Eden from the past weeks, at her workplace, arms wrapped around Felix, their last kiss, pregnancy advice pamphlets, and her results. Eden felt sick, and the only reason she wasn’t throwing up was because she had physically nothing in her stomach.

“Congratulations by the way, a miraculous conception given the IUD. This ain’t the baby shower you imagined, but desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“And we’re trying to save people.” Hughie blurted out, as though he were searching what to say, and evidently said the wrong thing, based on the look the other man gave him.

“That’s what you’re doing? Saving people by stalking, attacking, kidnapping and drugging a pregnant woman?” Eden said spitefully, chin up in defiance.

“Well, love, we won’t have to do any of that if you listen. We only need one thing from you, and then you can be on your merry way. We don’t need to harm you – in fact,” Butcher declared. “… if you promise not to hurt us, we’ll uncuff you, after you do one little thing for us.”

“You’ll remove this?” Eden suspiciously asked, eyes narrowed.

“Consider it a gesture of good faith. We can’t let you go right now, hope you understand, but if all goes well, you’ll be out of here in no time.” Butcher answered in a lighter tone, while Hughie looked at Eden with guilty, pleading eyes.

Eden weighed her options, but her current physical predicament was uncomfortable, and if she was going to be here for some time, might as well reduce the miserable-ity she has to endure. Defeatedly, she responded.

“What do you want?”

With a smile, Butcher answered, whipping out a phone from the pocket of his jeans. Eden’s phone.

“Nothing crazy. Just a little phone call to one of America’s favorite historic heroes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eden flawlessly lied between her teeth, but it fooled no one.

“Eden darling, here we were being honest with one another.”

“We were there when he called you …”

Hughie interrupted, going on his knees and sorting through the papers in front of Eden. If she had wanted to, Eden could have grabbed him by the hair, made him bleed, but she didn’t. Instead, she watched as he sorted through the documents and photographs, before pulling out photographs of her on the phone, on the night that Soldier Boy called her. Eden had felt eyes on her that night, and other others, but she dismissed it for paranoia. She felt like slapping herself for doing so.

“… and intercepted the call, we heard it all. Please don’t make me play the recording.” Hughie finished, with apologetic eyes

Eden felt overwhelmed and had to lean against the wall to stabilize herself. Even though it was the Butcher-man that was not as nice to her, something about Hughie made her feel vulnerable, maybe because unlike the bearded-man, Eden could tell that Hughie was good.

“But it’s not his.” Eden said meekly, as though she were trying to convince not the two other men, but herself.

“Ah, yes, Felix, the new boyfriend. See love, I don’t care if you are carrying his baby, or your little boyfriend’s, or if it’s the spawn of Satan.”

Eden ignored the bearded man, and continued, looking only at Hughie.

“Felix is going to notice I’m gone, we see each other every day, and he’s got family in the force. The clinic will notice I’m missing, I always tell them when I take a day off. Please Hughie, just let me go now and I won’t breathe a word about this to anyone.” The pleading didn’t work though, as Hughie looked to the ground, avoiding Eden’s stare.

“Do you really think we wouldn’t tie loose ends? Your boyfriend already thinks that you’re driving back home – that’s a two day drive, mind you – and we’ve texted him that you need space. You’ve also taken a sabbatical leave from work, resignation email sent last night, and your car – which is shitty by the way – is also parked elsewhere now, for safe-keeping of course. Are we missing anything?”

As Butcher finished, he seemed pleased with himself and the work that evidently his team (a larger one than just the two of them, Eden deduced) made. Eden, on the other hand, felt defeated, and meanly spoke up to him, chin tilted upwards in temerity.

“You’re just like him, you know? You and Soldier Boy.”

“We’re nothing alike, love.”

“You’re selfish and use people to get what you want. I’m surprised you guys aren’t friends.”

A knowing look flashes before Butcher’s eyes whilst Hughie’s eyes widen, and that was enough to confirm Eden’s suspicions that they all, at the very least, knew each other from before.

“Frankly, your opinions don’t matter to me, princess.” The large man paused for a moment, before coming closer to Eden, putting her phone between them.

“I’m calling now, it’ll be on speaker phone, so use your voice.” As the dark-haired man unlocked Eden’s phone and began swiping on it, Butcher quickly spoke again.

“And maybe don’t mention your boyfriend – Benny Boy’s of the jealous kind, and Felix isn’t a Supe. Understand what I’m getting at.”

Eden didn’t get an opportunity to respond, because as Butcher finished, the phone, on speaker, began to ring, and rang only once before it was answered, and a deep voice echoed through.

“Morning doll, what do I owe the pleasure.”

From the other side, Eden could hear TV noise in the background. It was silent for a heartbeat, and the tension in the room was palpable. Butcher cleared his throat, kneeling over even closer and bringing the phone nearer to Eden; the brunette nervously spoke up on impulse.

“Ben.”

“Eden, what’s wrong?”

“Ah, fantastic, you guys are on a first name basis. This hopefully makes things faster for us. Eden love, will you tell him, or should I?” Butcher didn’t give Eden much of an opportunity to decide. “Oh, I can’t keep the secret any longer ¬– Eden is pregnant, and guess who’s the daddy?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Soldier Boy’s tone drastically shifted, cold and calculated now, like how it was the night he woke up in the cabin. Eden forgot that he spoke like, and she felt like she was having an out-of-body experience, observing the moment like an audience watches a stage.

“Well, if you don’t know, then I guess Eden here probably got knocked up by someone else. My mistake, I’m only human after all. We’ll have to dispose of her though, since she’s of no use.” Butcher declared, and Eden sensed no lie in his speech.

“You’re bluffing, you guys don’t hurt innocents, not when it’s unnecessary.” Soldier Boy responded, his voice sounding like he was speaking through clenched teeth. Butcher however found delight in this and answered almost joyfully.

“But Eden here is not innocent from where I’m standing. She’s a Supe for one, and she’s also helped you, a far cry from a regular old civilian. And who knows what she gets up to in her spare time.” Successfully baited, Soldier Boy immediately reacted, threatening in his usual hostile cadence.

“Don’t fucking touch her, don’t even fucking look at her. A single fucking scratch on Eden, and I’ll make sure to painfully kill not only each and every one of you, but also your entire families. Goldilocks’ mom, I’ll skin her, and I’ll do the same to your entire crew. But your wife’s boy, my bad, your ex-wife’s boy, will be the first name on my list.”

Soldier Boy’s tone was venomous, but rather than being frightened, Eden found herself even more detached from herself, stunned completely.

“Listen here, Ben. There is no place on this Earth from Homelander two-point-O. If you do as I say though, I may just let Eden go unscathed. What do you say, granny-fucker?”

The phone was silent, and Eden thought that maybe Soldier Boy decided to hang-up and leave Butcher to do as he threatened. As Eden watched him, she realized that the lanky man, Hughie, was gone, but she hadn’t even noticed him leave.

Was it because Butcher was telling the truth, and he intended to murder her if Soldier Boy didn’t agree to his demands. The thought of dying the death she was imagining made Eden’s eyes uncontrollably water, and tears started streaming continuously as her sinuses became congested. And the dark-haired man before her noticed this immediately.

“Eden love, don’t cry. Tears aren’t good for the baby.” Butcher loudly pronounced, entirely calculated, and from the other line, Soldier Boy’s voice returned, filled with colorful swearing.

“Fuck you, bastard – are you fucking deaf? A fucking imbecile, that’s what you are. Cheer her the fuck up, and if you make her fucking upset again, I’ll shove a gun so far up your asshole that when I pull the trigger, you’ll explode like a fucking pinata.”

Butcher only rolled his eyes, before responding.

“Sure thing Benny, but you see, I don’t give a fuck. Do whatever you want, but if you don’t do as I say, then Eden here will soon be returning to her namesake, I promise you.”

Still detached, Eden thought maybe she vaguely heard Soldier Boy repeatedly swear some more, even more loudly this time. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Calm down Ben, you can have your Eden back, you just need to do one thing for me, just one job.” Butcher spoke over the ex-American hero, until he became quiet.

“All we’ve got to do, is take out congresswoman Neuman.”

“The brown bitch on TV? I’ll get it done on my own. Just fucking let Eden go.”

“It’s not that simple. She’s the head popper.”

“The head-what?”

“The head popper, the moment she sees you, it’s game over, distance doesn’t matter. She’ll burst your old wrinkly brain before you think another thought, just like how you burst your pimples as a teen, and she can do it to anyone.”

“I’d be stupid to help you then, not to mention that you stabbed me in the back.” Soldier Boy’s voice echoed through the room. Eden, still detached from herself, was staring wide-eyed at the ground.

“You think Eden’s baby will ever be safe? The baby is half you, and it’s only a matter of time before people, including Neuman, find out and target it. These people have no fucking moral qualms about killing babies, they’ve killed and ruined countless already, and babies are easier to manage than adults.”

As Butcher responded, he started to kneel over closer to Eden, and stared at her with a burning gaze.

“… and I’ll throw in a final treat. After this is over, I’ll let you kill me.” Soldier Boy laughed before responding, and his laughter bounced off the walls, a perfect manly laugh for the supposedly perfect man

“And the others?”

“Consider it a temporary truce, which ends as soon as the job is done, and our interests are no longer aligned.” The bearded-man responded, and Eden could feel his musky breath on her skin. The room is silent for a few moments, before Soldier Boy’s answer echoes in the room

“Fine. But I get Eden back, immediately.”

“I can arrange for that; we’ll be working together after all.” Butcher responded obligingly with a smirk, and Soldier Boy ignored him.

“Pass the fucking phone to Eden, right now.”

Eden was still sat speechless and hallow, staring wide-eyed at the ground, and as Butcher brought the phone closer to Eden, the only thing Soldier Boy could hear was her shallow breathing. Butcher let out a humorless chuckle before responding.

“The Mis'ess doesn’t seem to want to talk to you. Oh well, you’ll have plenty of time to catch up. Tomorrow, three pm, world's largest frying pan, North Carolina. Alone.”

Not giving Soldier Boy time to respond, Butcher hung up and threw the phone across the room, shattering it into fragmented bits, before stepping closer to Eden and unlocking the cuffs. Eden was vacant as this happened though, and as soon as her hand was free, it dropped to the side.

“Sorry ‘bout the phone, love. We’ll get you a replacement.” Eden didn’t respond, and Butcher let out an exasperated sigh.

“There’s breakfast and a magazine on the table, and you can rest on the sofa. When you need the loo, give a shout. There’s someone outside.”

Eden still stared at the ground, and despite Butcher’s cold-heartedness, he still felt pity for her, and leaned down, hoping she’d turn to face him.

“Chin up, mama. You’ve gotta stay strong and look after yourself, because there’s two of you now.”

Eden still sat motionless, and giving up, Butcher walked out the room, picking the fragments of the broken phone on his way out.

Author's Note: I've got a busy week ahead of me, so please bare with me if the next update takes some time

– Chapter 5 (WIP)

[globetrotter28]

Another Cover Up (Part 10)

Fandom: The Boys

Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?

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Chapter warnings: drug use

Part 9

Series Masterlist

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The drive back to The Legend's was... awkward... to say the least...

After Butcher got Hughie back on his feet, he took him back to the car where they found Soldier Boy. He was sitting on the hood, head in his hand whilst the other was holding a fresh joint. He looked equally pissed off and defeated. Butcher had noticed that Y/N wasn't there and looked around.

"She's gone on ahead." Soldier Boy's gruff voice said. Butcher looked over to him, seeing him still with his head in his hand.

After getting the three of them into the car, he starts the engine and drives down the road that they had come in on. Soon, he see's your figure walking down the road and comes to a stop just beside you. You too come to a stop and just stare ahead, hearing Hughie and Butcher's thoughts, wondering about what Mindstorm had told the two of you.

After about a minute of contemplating whether or not you could deal with the not spoken aloud questions for almost two hours, you give up and get into the back of the car. You knock Ben's shoulder with your own as you slide in, ignoring his grunt. The air is thick with tension, coming from every single member of their rag tag group.

Ben is glaring at the back of Hughie's head, just as you are. Hughie is trying to make himself appear as small as he can, feeling the two sets of eyes staring daggers at him. Butcher is staring at the road ahead of him, feeling the tension, but lost in the nightmare he had to live in his head not long ago, his emotions all over the place, but also worrying about Soldier Boy and you strangling Hughie to death.

As you hear everyone's thoughts for approximately half an hour, you get fed up and reach forward between the two seats. Hughie flinches out of the way, pushing himself against the window as much as he can to get away from you. You give him the deadliest side-eye, as you scoff before flicking Butcher's fucked radio on.

"Anything is better than the three of your thoughts..." you grunt as you sit back into your seat, looking out at the view passing you by.

You spend the rest of the drive back listening intently to all of the song lyrics. That way you didn't have to hear their thoughts that had started to give you a killer headache... Well... it was only one of the contributing factors... When you finally pull up to the house, Ben shoves the door open and slams it behind him, making both you and Hughie flinch this time. He storms into the house, almost ripping the front door off it's hinges.

You open your door and close it behind yourself, before you walk off into the trees surrounding the house. You keep walking until you find a clearing. You walk out into the middle of it and fall back into the soft grass, breathing out a heavy breath and look up into the star-filled sky above you.

Meanwhile, Ben finds himself walking to your room. The one you both shared the night before. He sees the bed made, the corners as sharp as a blade. It was something you both picked up when you served in the army. As he walks deeper into the room, he can practically smell the sex in the air. Ben feels a slight tug at the edge of his mouth at the memory of your soft skin under his rough hands.

He finds the seat in the corner and sits in it. He feels a heaviness of emotion flood through him as he thinks about what Dan had said to both himself and Y/N. He even feels the prick of tears in his eyes at the fact that he did in fact have a son... that he missed out on the opportunity to raise said son...

Ben looks over to the phone sitting on the bedside table... he never had a need to call the Vought Tower before... he had assistants who would have done that for him, not that that ever occurred. At least not to his knowledge, why the fuck would he care anyway? He decides to pick it up, hold it to his ear, and hears the dial tone.

Yep. It's works... he dials in the number for the directory assistance and waits a moment. He's quickly greeted by a voice asking how they can help him. Once Ben tells them "Vought", the ringing tone starts.

"Vought Tower, how can I help you?" A man's voice greets him.

"I wanna speak to Homelander." Ben didn't realise how tight his throat is until that moment.

"I'm sorry, sir. What does this pertain to?" The man asks, a fed up tone to his voice. He gets a thousand calls like this every day.

"None of your fucking business." Ben growls. "Get him on the phone."

"Sir, I can't just put him on the phone with you."

"Oh, you can and you will."

"Sir, if you don't tell me what this pertains to, I can't put you through." The man sighs heavily. "Even then, it would go to his assistant if it meets the protocol."

"You listen to me, you little shit." Ben feels his blood pressure rising. "I know that building and I know where you could hide if I come looking for you. Put me through, or I will find you and blow you sky fucking high after I've pulled your inverted dick out through your mouth." Ben threatens.

The man is silent on the other end for a moment.

"I'll call him and see if he's available."

"Atta boy."

As Ben is locked away and Y/N is still outside, Hughie offers to get food.

"Fish and chips." Butcher says, a far away look on his face. He doesn't entirely know why, but maybe because it just reminded him of home. He used to take Lenny out on Fridays after school, before... well, before he left...

"Uh... sure." Hughie panics mildly. Where the hell am I going to find that? "I'll do my best."

Butcher stands there for almost an hour... just thinking about reliving his childhood... his fear of his father... his hatred of his mother for not doing anything about his father... his heartbreak of losing Lenny... and ultimately his hatred for himself for leaving Lenny behind...

He's interrupted by a feminine cough. He looks up and sees you standing there, an equally heartbroken look on your face.

"Mind if I join you?" You ask, gesturing to the whiskey next to Butcher on the pool table he's leaning against.

"Su-" Butcher coughs, realising he was crying and his throat had closed up. "Sure." He wipes the tears off his face.

Y/N walks over to lean against the table opposite Butcher grabbing the bottle of liquor. You take a large gulp and place it on the edge of the table. Arms crossed, your eyes now on Butcher's dirty old boots, you break the silence.

"Without meaning to make you uncomfortable..." you speak up. "I'm sorry about what you've been through. Both in your childhood and recently."

Butcher makes eye contact with you, and nods softly. He knows what you're saying and to his own surprise, he appreciates it.

"I'm going to tell you something... something that is really hard to say." Butcher eyes you as you look up into his brown orbs. "Hard because... I've come to respect you Billy. And if it were me in your shoes, I'd want to know."

Butcher frowns slightly, confused as to where this is going.

"Go on then". He says, hand gesturing for you to share.

"1980... October, they took me into the lab for testing. Genetic testing. They said they wanted to see if Supes were able to reproduce. A family is something I always wanted, and there hadn't been any studies done. Both Ben and I were the oldest that we knew of and neither of us had children... well... none that anyone knew about...." Y/N scoffs in reference to Ben's whorish ways. "They did a whole bunch of tests, ultrasounds, shots... eventually harvested some eggs..." you grimace at the memory of the procedure without any form of anesthetiser... like you mentioned to Butcher previously, just because you were a Supe, didn't mean you didn't feel anything... "they didn't even try to give me something for the pain..."

"Cunts..." Butcher says softly, earning him a small smile.

"I never knew until today Ben was taken in as well... or what the result was..." Butcher frowns at this... having an idea of where this is going. "Using Ben's sperm, my egg and some random woman... a child was born, spring of 1981." You swallow heavily. "A boy."

Butcher knew exactly who you were talking about. You can hear Butcher's thoughts racing around his mind. Wondering if after everything you said in the car the other day, still held up. Were you still going to help get rid of the monster that terrorised Butcher all these years...? That hurt his wife who he loved more than anything? Even scared his wife's son who he truely loved as his own...

"Yes." Your voice breaks his thoughts.

"What?"

"Yes. I will still help you, Billy." Butcher still forgot that ability of yours... "You know... people say the memory is a fragile thing. You don't always remember what you think you do, it tends to change from what actually happened, that's why the police want witness statements as soon after the event as possible. And they aren't wrong. But... when you can see what someone else once saw... once felt... an event that was... significant... traumatic. The emotions are what really stick with you. It's really the emotions that I trust, and I've seen the emotion in you... seen the emotion of your wife, of Ryan through you." Butcher feels the hope resurfacing in him. "That... monster... is not my son. Ben and I... we aren't anything but donors. We aren't anything to him. He's nothing to me."

"You haven't even met him." Butcher says.

"I don't need to. I won't lie, when Dan told us... told us that, I... I felt something. I don't know what, it was short lived. Then I just felt hatred. Something I've grown familiar with, but hatred in pretty much everything. But specifically hatred in the fact that a part of me created that man. I'm not perfect. Ben isn't perfect. You're not perfect. Fucking no one is perfect. But Homelander? He's out of control, and I may be the only one to stop him."

Butcher remains silent after hearing you speak. His phone interrupts his thoughts, and he looks down seeing a number he doesn't recognise. He decides to answer it.

It's Starlight, asking after Hughie. You can hear the conversation and grow concerned from what Annie is telling Butcher about the Temp V creating lesions in the brain. As you're listening, the static you've seen in Butcher's mind all makes sense. You knew his brain was fucked, but you never connected the dots. And you realise you'd begun to notice the same type of static on Hughie's brain.

After Butcher promises he'll tell Hughie and hangs up on Annie, he puts the phone down and looks to you.

"Billy..." you don't really know what to say until you hear a door at the top of the stairs close.

You feel the anger sweep through you again, directed at Hughie as you see him come down the stairs.

"Okay. Hi." Hughie greets, eyeing you carefully. "The only thing open was Long John Silver's. So... I guess that's kinda fish and chips, right?"

"Yeah. Nice one." Butcher says.

"I'm gonna... head up stairs..." you say, giving Butcher a look and telepathically say, "You have to tell him."

"Y/N, I-"

"Not yet." You cut off Hughie, walking right passed him and up the stairs.

You wander back to your room after you see Ben wasn't in his. As you walk into the bedroom, you see Ben putting the phone back on the hook. You pause at the door, wondering who he could be talking to until you read his thoughts.

"What did you do?" You ask, your stomach dropping to the floor knowing damn well what he just did.

"Just had a conversation with our son."

You grimace at the nausea and rage that courses through you.

"He is not our son." You hiss.

"Of course he is. He's a part of you and a part of me."

"Ben... no. That's not how this works."

"Well, what am I meant to call him?!" He yells.

"He's a fucking psychopath!" You yell back.

"What is it that he's done so bad, huh? Other than meeting him one time and talking on the phone, everything else has come from that cum guzzler and the fucking limey asshole!" Ben's chest is rising and falling with anger. "You haven't even seen him, Y/N."

"I don't need to, Ben." You calmly respond.

"What if..." Ben let's out a heavy breath, pain evident in his face. "What if he's not so bad?" His voice breaks slightly, making your heart hurt.

"Ben..." you make eye contact and move over to him. You place your hands on either side of his face, his beard tickling your palms, looking deep into his eyes. "He is bad."

"But I'm bad." His chin wobbles slightly. "The things I've done... maybe he can be different."

"No. He can't."

"Show me." He whispers.

You look between both of his eyes, reading that he's serious. He won't believe you otherwise.

"Okay." You agree, tilting his head to yours so you rest each others foreheads together, and close your eyes.

You share your conversations with Hughie and Butcher, sharing their memories and stories that you collected from them. Everything that has formed your opinion of this man, your biological son, you share with Ben. When you come to the end of it, you pull back slightly to look at Ben's face. His eyes are still closed, but a tear finds it's way falling down his cheek. You softly wipe it away with your thumb and his eyelids flutter open. You don't have to read his mind to know he still struggles with this, and that he will for a while to come.

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You and Ben didn't say much after that. You were able to convince him to have a shower, wash the day away down the drain like you wish you could with this whole situation.

After showering together and taking turns at scrubbing at one another's body, you found the food Hughie had bought and took it back to your room. Once eating you both laid down on your sides and just looked at each other.

Ben was struggling more than you expected him to. You didn't want to, but his emotions were so strong and conflicted, you couldn't help but see what he was seeing in his mind. Flashes of you and him raising a family together. Getting married, travelling, laughing and crying together... a life you would never get to have...

You ran your fingers through his hair, just like you used to when you would sneak into each others rooms when you were young. It always soothed him, and yourself also. He eventually fell asleep, and when you could see he was well into his dreams, you gently removed yourself from his embrace and left the room.

You found who you were looking for out on the balcony, smoke drifting up into the air above him.

"Those will kill you, you know."

Butcher turns to look at your gentle smirk on your face, a knowing look in your eyes.

"Yeah, well... pretty sure I'm already a dead man walking."

"Hmm." You hum as you come to lean next to him. He offers you the cigarette which you take between two fingers and bring to your mouth.

"You thinking about him?" You know butcher is asking about Homelander.

"Surprisingly, only a little. I'm more worried about Ben."

"Huh." Butcher scoffs slightly surprised.

"Yeah... Ben's actually pretty torn over it."

"Wasn't expecting that, I'll be honest." He takes a drag as you hand the smoke back to him.

"I shouldn't be surprised. He was always more sensitive than he portrayed himself to be." You eye butcher. "But most of them are."

He makes eye contact with you, and knows you're including him in that statement. He hates to admit it, but he knows you're right. It's why Rebecca stayed with him when he was always such an arsehole.

"I know it's going to be a lot to ask, Billy..." he looks at you. "But I need your help."

[magnoliaschaosfixation]

Cover for my fanfic set in The Boys universe. You can find it here on Ao3, ft. takes place around the start of season 2 and will continue on into the future seasons.

[spnbabe67]

Fire Up The Night

Kinktober Day 30: Against The Wall (B.B.)

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Original Female Character

Warnings: Smut, Throw away character gets a little handsy, PiV, Sex in an Alley,

Summary: Butcher can't stand the sight of seeing Samarra flirt with someone else. But she isn't his, right?

Word Count: 2233

Authors Note: Title is the title of a song by New Medicine

I know I wrote something similar to this with my last Jake Seresin entry, but I what can I say? I'm a sucker for the possessive type, and I hopefully made this different enough to count. I also decided halfway through I could have written it another way, but by that point it was too late for me to go back and change it because I still had to study for an exam the next day.

Butcher was two seconds away from crushing the tumbler full of whiskey in his grasp. He didn’t know how long Samarra had been across the bar talking to a sleazy looking guy, a Supe high up in the Vought chain if the info they were given had any credibility. Not quite as god-like as one of the Seven, but definitely had enough clearance that if they managed to snatch the wanker, they could get some good intel off of him. But fuck, if he had to watch Samarra flirt with him for any longer, Butcher was gonna kill someone. The Supe, Steve or Tony or something, had her leaned back on her elbows against the bar, shooting her a thousand-watt grin, plying her with a seemingly endless supply of alcohol. Butcher could help the twinge of satisfaction he felt every time the Supe bought her some fruity little drink. At least I know what she likes.

Samarra, to her credit, seemed to hold her liquor well, holding out through the conversation like a champ. Maybe a little too well. Butcher gritted his teeth at the nagging thought. Her smile looked just a little too bright, laugh sounding a little too real for his liking. From his vantage point in the corner of the club, he could see the way Samarra didn’t balk from Tony/Steve’s hungry gaze devouring her body on display. Butcher had argued the dress made of gold-accented black gauzy material that hung off every curve and dip of her body was too damn revealing, but Annie had insisted, and Samarra had agreed with her. He knew she was stunning, but why choose that dress in particular; she could seduce a sworn celibate in a pair of week old sweats, she didn’t need all the makeup piled on her features or the glitz and glam. It was simply adding insult to injury.

The worst part was he knew he wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Wasn’t supposed to feel this raw and grating jealousy every time Samarra trailed her finger up the Supe’s arm. They were fuck buddies for fuck’s sake, not going steady. So all Butcher could do was watch on in silence, doing his best to keep his cool as she worked her magic, every tinkling laugh and featherlight touch on the poor sap’s arm, chest, shoulder, only pulling Tony/Steve further and further into her web of lies. Butcher should have been disturbed how easy this was for her, but instead it had the opposite effect. Maybe it was the atmosphere, the pounding music and flashing lights, mostly naked bodies grinding on the floors and poles, but he’d had to readjust his pants more than once watching her seduce Tony/Steve. 

After what Butcher deemed too damn long, Samarra’s gray eyes caught his, disappointment and anger ebbing over him at the subtlest shake of her head. Not necessarily at her, but at their informant for giving them wrong intel, wasting their time and needlessly putting them in danger. He’d definitely be killing somebody later. Maybe now, Butcher thought as Tony/Steve’s hand landed on Samarra’s waist. Way far past having enough, he downed the rest of his drink before weaving his way through the crowd.

Samarra kept the preformative smile plastered to her face, looking up at Steven beneath heavily lidded eyes, playing the drunken bimbo to a T. She had to stop herself from viscerally recoiling from his sweaty palm on her waist, feeling his humidity through the very delicate fabric of her dress. 

“Oi, cunt. You messin’ with me girl?”

That feeling of disdain and exasperation quickly faded as Butcher’s familiar accent came from her left. She had to bite her lip to keep from bursting into laughter as he muscled his way between her and Sleazen, as she’d named him in her head, Sleazen’s eyes going wide at the intimidating figure Butcher cut, immediately stepping off her. His familiar scent wafted over her, putting her nerves less on edge as they’d just been. She had full confidence she could drop Sleazen if she had to, but knowing she had back up only helped matters. 

“I’m alright, Baby.” Samarra turned to Butcher, feeling her heart pounding in her chest as she gave the quickest sidelong glance to the Not-Supe before passionately, and loudly, kissing Butcher, hoping he understood the angle she was playing.

He clearly got the message, big hands falling to her hips, replacing the same area where Sleazen had just had his own grip. After a second, Samarra peeked an eye open, checking to see if the coast was clear. When she saw Sleazen was nowhere to be seen, she pulled away taking a breath, giggling to herself.

“Holy shit was he a loser.” Samarra adjusted the strap of her dress, the satin strip having almost slipped off her shoulder. What she missed was the way Butcher’s dark gaze caught on the movement, pulling his attention back to her face. 

“I bet.” He guided her by the waist away from the bar and through the throng of people. “You can tell me and the others just as soon as we get back.” 

Samarra didn’t think too much about it when Billy led her out one of the side exits, the dark doorway leading into a small alleyway behind the club. The fresh air was welcomed, Samarra breathing it in deeply as the chill of the night sent a shiver down her spine. She damn near ran into Butcher’s back, her gaze skyward to look at the stars speckling the pitch black backdrop. 

“Butch, why’d you stop?” Samarra wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m freezin’ my tits off out here.”

Her brows furrowed as Butcher looked at her over his shoulder, turning around to face her. His pupils were blown wide and the way he was looking at her had heat pooling in her core. It was so different from the entitled gaze of Sleazen, this heated look was welcomed, encouraged even.

“What?” Samarra asked, laughing awkwardly as Butcher took a step towards her, making her step back. Or she would have had the cold stone of the brick wall hadn’t bit into her back, making her flinch at the harsh temperature contrast.

“Do you,” Butcher took another half step closer; if Samarra tilted her head up and leaned in just a little, their mouths would touch. “Have any idea, what you do to me.”

Samarra ran her tongue over her lips, her mouth parting open slightly as her breath hitched as he got closer. “I have an idea.”

All it took was Butcher dipping his head to capture her lips, kissing her deeply, sweeping his tongue into her mouth. Samarra let her eyes fall shut at the sensation of his mouth on hers, his body brushing up against her arms. He took hold of her wrist, unfurling her arms from around her body and a small noise escaped her as Butcher guided her hand down between their bodies to press her palm against the very obvious bulge in his jeans. 

“Alla that just from watchin ya work your magic on that sleazy cunt.” Butcher groaned against her skin, trailing his mouth down her jaw to her neck.

Samarra bit her lip, palming him through his jeans. “I think that says more about who you are as a man than it does about my skills.”

She felt him snort a laugh against her neck, nipping playfully at the junction of her neck and shoulder. Samarra tipped her head back against the wall, rolling her hips against the thigh he’d nudged between her legs, pinning her against the brick. Butcher’s hand slid up the outside of her thigh, teasing under the thin fabric of her dress, the hem having fallen about mid-thigh. A cheeky grin tipped the corners of her lips upward as Butcher cursed against her neck as his hands slid high enough on her thigh and hips to realize that she was not, in fact, wearing any panties. 

“Fuckin’ diabolical.” Butcher growled, kissing her harshly. “Gonna give this old man a heart attack pulling shit like this.” 

“Who said it was for you?” 

Butcher’s answering swat to the inside of her thigh had Samarra laughing breathily. The teasing was short lived as he palmed her ass, kneading the softness there before hoisting her upwards, wrapping her legs around his waist. The leather of his trench coat was cold against the bare skin of her legs, but the heat pooling between her legs more than made up for it, along with the warmth of his torso through his dress shirt

Samarra knew her arousal was soaking into the bottom of his shirt but she couldn’t find it in her to care as Butcher’s hip chased her hand as she deftly undid his belt and the button of his jeans. His beard chafed at the side of her neck as he worked to kiss and suck dark marks into her skin, his hand coming up to knead her breasts through her dress He groaned deeply, the sound reverberating into her body when as he went to kiss her, Samarra brought her hand to her mouth, licking her palm wrapping it around his length, pumping her hand up and down him loosely as she pulled him free from his clothes. He bucked his hips against her hand, rutting his cock through her fingers as she guided him to her center. 

They both groaned as the head of him slid inside of her. Butcher leaned in, reclaiming her mouth. Samarra’s desperate moans lived and died on his tongue as he slid in and in until his hips sat flush against her. Butcher slid back out, almost all the way, before slamming back in, making her cry out, the sound swallowed by his mouth. Again and again he rocked his hips back just to slam back in, driving her into the wall. Samarra could feel the roughness of the brick at her back digging into her skin, scraping and scratching every time he bottomed out with a sharp thrust. 

Samarra slid her hands up and down his torso, trying to find someplace to steady herself against the onslaught of harsh thrusts, ending up on his shoulders. She rolled her hips back against him, keeping up with his punishing rhythm the best she could. Her head goes hazy at his seemingly omnipresent existence; he’s around her, he's inside her, even as her breaths grew into ragged pants she breathed in his scent. Butcher’s lips migrated back down her jaw, ending up on her neck as he braced a hand on the wall beside her head. 

“Fuck, Mara.” Butcher mumbled, nearly inaudibly, and Samarra wondered if his utterance was meant to be incoherent as he continued. “I shouldn’t be jealous. You aren’t even mine.”

Samarra bit her lip hard as the revelation was punctuated with a harsh thrust, his movements becoming more uneven, snapping up into her harder and harder until she started to see stars behind her eyes. Samarra clung to him as that coil in her belly grew tighter, her thighs starting to go lazy around his waist. Butcher came with a string of curses into her shoulder, hips stuttering, gripping her thigh to keep it in place on his side. Samarra rolled her hips against him, garnering the friction of his still-on pants against his clit to supplement the change in rhythm. He continued to fuck into her until her inner walls squeezed around him, a keening moan falling from her lips as she came.

Butcher pulled away just enough as they both panted harshly in the post-climax high. He helped set her back down on her feet, holding onto his arm since her legs were still shaky. Samarra straightened the skirt of her dress back down her legs, running a thumb under her lip to swipe away her smeared lipstick. 

“You got-” Butcher gestured to her mouth as she did.

“Here?” She rubbed a different spot.

“No, a little more over-not that far.” Butcher huffed at her before grabbing her wrist. “Just, let me get it.”

Samarra stood still as Butcher reached up, dragging his thumb along the side of her lip, his minstations gentle as he removed her smudged lipstick before pulling his hand away. 

“Thanks.” She said quietly, suppressing a shiver as the loss of heat reminded her just how cold it was outside. “Shall we. I’m sure M.M. and the others are thinkin’ we got ourselves into trouble.”

Butcher nodded, gesturing for her to walk ahead of him around the back of the building. Samarra flinched when as they rounded the corner with the parking lot in sight, something warm encased her shoulders. Butcher’s cologne filled her nose as she realized it was his trench coat, patched many times over and warm, that he’d plunked down on her shoulders. She looked up at him with pinched brows, but his only reply was a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. Samarra opened her mouth to say something, anything. Maybe address what he’d muttered into her body minutes before. But in the end she shut it, chalking it up to the heat of the moment; it wasn’t like she knew how to broach the subject if it wasn’t anyway. Instead she stayed silent, sliding into Butcher’s car as he pointed the headlights back to the apartment.

[tonixe]

"Whats your favorite scary movie?"

n.o.t.e.s - 🌊Randy is seriously underrated, like give him some love <3

w.a.r.n - 🌀 penetration, oral (m receiving) p in v, creampies, non-con to dub-con, protected sex.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - 🌠Randy Meeks x Ghostface!female reader

w.c. - 1.7k

The phone ranged throughout the Meek's residents. Randy was home alone, the perfect time for you to sneak up on him and ruin his geek logic.

It was the perfect time to use your new voice changer to suit your character; it was easier than the boys. It was a more feminine, high-pitched voice, but it was still tangible to hide your identity and gender; it was sexier. It suited your character. Billy and Stu were questioning the change, but you managed to persuade them.

It was the perfect time to at least kill him but in a way that he'll never forget; you were gonna wear black lingerie over the already black cloak, and the mask would be better soak in his dork blood.

You hid a hunting knife to a butcher knife inside your cloak, turning on your voice changer.

As the phone ranged, you saw Randy pick it up, muttering a "Hello?"

"Hello, handsome!" you said seductively through the line as you saw him puzzled by the simple that came out of your mouth.

"Who's this?" Randy asked curiosity evident in his voice.

"Your secret admirer," you said, as you played with the phone cord, "My secret admirer?" he repeated your sentence.

"Your more handsome than you think, baby~."

"Is this a prank, Stu," he dismissed whatever you said as you saw him got angry through the window from his stance.

"I'm not Stu, darling."

"I swear to god Stu, if this a fucking prank, I swear"

"IM NOT FUCKING, STU DUMBASS," you yelled through the phone, "I'm more than that, Randy."

"Whatever, I'm just gonna hang up the phone-"

"Hang up the phone, and I'll slice your throat open just like fucking Casey."

"Wanna play a game?"

"Do I even have a choice?" Randy muttered

"You don't, baby~" it was amusing seeing Randy in fear; it made you feel arousal.

"I'll make the genre about Horror movies, since your such a horror geek"

"Question 1, What is Danny's nickname in the shinning?"

"It's Tony"

"Wow, You really do know your stuff."

"Question 2, In Sleepaway Camp, What was Angela original name?"

"Peter"

"Oh my, I can see why they can you such a geek," you giggled,

"Okay, Last Question Mister, Where am I?"

"Wait what?" you heard the fear evident in his voice, "Where am I Randy~"

"How the fuck did you know my name?" he asked as you saw him looking around him and in the rooms.

"Answer the fucking question, Randy."

"I don't know where you are, psycho. Whatever it is, I'm calling the police"

"They will never make it in time, babe."

That was the last time you said before hanging up the phone. You pulled down the generator, cutting off all the light sources in his house. It was an eerily sight; you saw his face plastered with fear.

The perfect opportunity to kill; everywhere was dark, pitched black.

You grabbed your knife, doubled, wheeling both of your weapons, walking down the hallway; it was obvious that your little Randy was hiding.

You walked into the living room, wheeling your knifes in a circular motion. "Come on, Randy~."

"Where are you?" you spoke through your voice changer; turning your body around, you heard his heavy breathing. Stepping forward near where he was.

"I found you, Randy~," you said, throwing one of your blades at Randy before he dodged it and started running off. You pulled off the thrown knife that landed in the wall, forceful with your leg.

"Come on, Randy. I don't like to play with my toys before killing them~" you cooed out. You followed him upstairs, quickly looking around at the surrounding before destroying some doors.

"Come on, Randy. I don't wanna fuck around, just come out and fight like fucking man," you yelled, your voice getting erratic by the second. You started chopping down the doors, turning around before your lungs were contradicted from oxygen, as you turned your head around to see Randy; he was close to unmasking you before kicking him in the knee, taking him by surprise, and then kicking him in the face.

Successfully getting him on the floor, straddling him with your legs, before swinging your knife at him, before he dodged your violent strikes, kneeing you right in the abdomen, making you fall on the floor, dropping your weapons.

Holding your abdomen, groaning in pain. "Y-you bastard" Before you regain your balance, He pins your arms on the floor.

His heavy breathing on your cheek, you straddled him between your legs, trying to get him off you. "I-i'm going to fucking kill you," you barked at him.

"Not when your in fucking jail," he yelled out.

"Like hell," you manage to knee him, picking up your weapons and straddling him forcefully, "Im going to make sure you'll have a horrible death, putting up your guts like Christmas lights, bitch" holding up your knife over your head.

Before you could, you felt something hard on your nether regions. You were taken back and lowered your weapons. "You're getting hard off of this you sick bastard," you said with a smile in your voice.

He didn't respond to your teasing; you saw a faint blush on your cheeks.

You hooked your weapon back on in your cloak. "If you do a favor for me, I'll keep you alive," you lean in, whispering into his ear, grinding down on him.

He remained silent, the tension between you both growing by the second before he hesitantly shook his head.

"Good Boy~" you cooed at him

You slide back, pulling down his pants, getting a glimpse of his hard cock and wet stain staining his briefs. "You really did get hard off of this" you teased.

His face was red, pure red.

Before pulling down his briefs, his length sprang up, his precum dripping down his shaft. He was medium size, not average though, but overwhelming big.

"I wasn't expecting this from a virgin, big though~," you said, cocking your head to the side getting a glance at his red face and whimpering.

"Close your eye, Randy, don't peek. You don't want me to kill Ran" Your comment seemed to bring him back, as he immediately closed his eyes from the threat before you wrapped a blindfold on his face.

You took off your mask, laying it on the side. Combing back your hair with your fingers. Jerking him down and up, his whimpering coming out of his lips. The pace of your hand was unbearably slow as more whimpers and moaning came out of his lips.

More precum was drooling out from his length before you started playfully licking the tip of his cock. Sucking on the tip, swirling your tongue around it.

Before you took him inside your mouth, swirling around before bobbing up an down on his cock, holding his hips down.

"F-fuck" he moaned out.

You forced yourself down, gagging on his length. Your eye is watering before withdrawing. Your saliva connected to the tip of his length before unbuttoning the top of your cloak, unclasping the top of your bra.

Putting your boobs between his length, holding both sides of your tits, lapping at his length, sucking down on him, before jerking him off with your tits. You glanced up from him, and through your eyelashes, you saw him gripping the carpet, the feeling between your legs pulsing.

His legs were trembling, and you felt his cock twitching inside your mouth before you felt hot, salty liquid flowing into your mouth, before swallowing down his cum.

As Randy groaned out from his orgasm. You still felt his length still hard after his orgasm. "God, your still hard?" you smiled.

You took off your panties, positioning yourself over him as you sink onto his length. As his cock split you open, Randy groaned from tightening cunt.

You placed your hand on his shoulders, riding down on him, as you rocked your hips on his. You bit down on your lips, hiding your moans from being audible. Leaning down on holding his shoulders, biting on his neck, your bites blossoming into fresh love bites.

"D-damn," he groaned.

"You feel better when you are inside of me," you purred; you felt his hand around your hips, and your hips and his collided as he plunged his dick inside you.

As his pace turned erratically, feeling his balls slapping onto your ass as he thrust in, as you broke out from biting your lips as your moan ranged out. Feeling twitching inside you, you felt your orgasm near, his hands gripping onto your hips, forcefully thrusting inside you.

You felt warm liquid pouring into you as your sense of relief washed over you, seeing white.

His groaning and your moaning came in sync, as you took out his limp length from you, his cum escaping from your cunt. "God, you did well" you cooed, as you put on your panties back on.

Buttoning on your cloak, wearing back your mask, Crouching down to his level, "I guess you broke a rule; you had sex~" you smiled as you took off his blindfold from him; his face was still fully red; you got up and broke the window jumping out of the house, giving him a wave.

Randy's face was still red, as he just thought what he just did.

Walking down the school hallway wearing your backpack, going to the area where your friend's group was, near the lockers. "Wassup guys," you said gleefully.

You saw Billy glaring at you, maybe because you went off the plan; Stu was busy flirting with Tatum. You glance to the side, seeing Randy plastered with a smile, "Whatcha smile for Ran?" you ask, cocking your head.

"Did you finally get a girlfriend~" you teased, pointing at him.

"Kind of" He rubbed the back of his neck; after he said, everyone got silent just staring at him. "Randy got a girlfriend; how much did you pay her" Stu teased.

"Nothing, dipshit," Randy snapped, getting a laugh from Stu. "I'm surprised you got someone, Randy," Tatum said with a surprised face.

"Surprised as to what he does in his free time," Billy muttered, earning him a nudge from his girlfriend, Sidney.

There was tension in the air as you broke the ice, "Well, it's good that Randy is finally being a man," you said as you ruffled his hair. You glance to see him with a red hue on his face. I guess he still remembers that night.

[littleoddwriter]

Rules, Guidelines, etc.:

[Used to be: ronaldrx]

I'm a hobby writer and mostly write (x Reader) FanFictions and Headcanons. But I am also working on my original story whenever I can, so that I’ll hopefully publish it as an actual book someday. My Ao3.

Here’s a link to my Ko-Fi, in case you want to support me financially. It would mean a lot to me! (Obviously no obligation whatsoever! You never have to pay for anything on my blog, it’s merely an option for donations.)

Also, here are my sideblogs if you’re interested:

Dead Poets Society

Horror

Raúl Esparza

The Simpsons

Only ask for the characters I’ve got listed, please. I’ve written down all of the ones I actually write for, and the list is being updated regularly, as I often find new (actors, whose) characters I write for! (And yes, I always write for every character, so don’t ever worry if you wanna ask for one I haven’t written for in a long time, or ever, it’s fine!) Please always be patient with me. If I haven’t outright declined your request, it’s definitely in the works; even if it has been weeks or months since you’ve sent it in! And only send your requests via ASKs. No DMs or comments, please.

If you have a request, send an Ask to my inbox.

NO sexual NSFW requests, please (more details further down).

Requests = CLOSED (Max. Limit: 10)

Current number of requests: 10

Last updated: October 29, 2023

Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below. I WRITE FOR:

ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman  

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher  

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU) 

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):

Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

If you have something you would like me to write for, but you do not see it listed anywhere, please ask me before requesting it, so we can talk about it. I hope you enjoy yourself on my blog and have a good time!

My Asks and DMs are always open for any questions or simply to talk!

- Jesse

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Risk-aware Consensual Kink with...

Dean Winchester as a Knight of Hell and/or with the MOC

Brimstone - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s exactly what she wants.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY surprise, bitch

Words: 450

Discord and Rhyme - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Summary: He’s on the prowl.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough anal sex, crying during sex, blood during sex, there’s a lot of purple prose and excessive descriptions of taste and smell here, sexual coercion, dirty talk

Words: 1,750

Nihilism - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Prompt: Can you tell me about the morning after going several rounds with Dean he rolls over in bed and adjusts the covers, causing you to forget your shift to be his good girl a couple more times?

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother's Dean Winchester, name-calling, rough sex, nihilistic themes, Knight of Hell Dean, fantasies of being fucked to death? Idk it’s one of mine, might as well be yours, you’re female AFAB in this scenario

Words: 800

Shattered Like A Stone - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: The Mark is demanding, and the demon in Dean can’t deny it any more than he can deny her; it just might get everything it wants tonight.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough sex, bondage, multiple object insertion, suicidal ideation, darkfic, self-destruction, bloody sex, sadism and masochism, analsex, Jameson as lube, spit as lube, face fucking, Daddy as title, misogynist language, choking, strangulation, assisted suicide

Words: 6,800

Supernova - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Since Dean’s had the Mark and the Blade, he’s pulled away from you, afraid of hurting you. You miss him, and you’ve had it. One night you push him to the edge.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, bondage, blood play, biting, bruising, knifeplay, rough sex, dubcon/mindfuck

Words: 2,500

Soldier Boy

Service On The Homefront - Soldier Boy x female reader

Summary: What about the people who don’t really care much for supes?

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY

Words: 1300

Author’s notes: written before the premiere of live action soldier boy.

Territorial Pissing - Soldier Boy x female reader (1st person POV) x William Butcher

Summary:  My decades’ long crush on Soldier Boy was squashed when my career as a journalist taught me the real Soldier Boy story. Now, my career brings me full-circle. I promise this is not a Magic Dick trope.

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY, mmf threesome, Dom/sub, rough sex, ass and clit slapping, name-calling, sex with murderous misogynists,   bruising, like I said it’s rough, forced orgasms, Butcher refers to himself as Daddy and Soldier Boy mocks him for it, rimming, anal sex (both m/f and m/m), come marking, squirting, choking/breath play,   showering, sensation play (cold), Butcher checking in (bc we all know Soldier Boy won’t), illicit drug use, bondage

Words: 8k

A Well-Made Mistake - Soldier Boy x female reader

Summary: Being with Soldier Boy is like watching a slasher flick or riding a roller-coaster. Except you’re actually in the movie and there are no guard rails.

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY, Soldier Boy in full tactical gear railing you in a three-way mirror, degradation/humiliation, name-calling, Dom/sub undertones

Words: 1400

Billy Butcher

A.K.A. - William Butcher x female reader/you (2nd person POV)

Summary: William, Monsieur Charcutier, Butcher, Billy, asshole.

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY, use of the word cunt – obviously, me tryna to write a cockney accent, rough sex, girl bonding, rough blowjob

Words: 1800

Mirror, Mirror - William Butcher x female reader

Prompt: Butcher filthy talking while getting busy i feel in like an alleyway or the service hallway in a bar or similar. Somewhere crowded and dirty, like actually dirty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, rough sex, dirty talk, public sex, Winchester brothers cameo bc this is Kripke’s world, reader is female AFAB

Words: 1,500

The Winchester Brothers

Wait Till My Brother Gets Home - Winchester brothers x female reader

Summary: She wants to lose control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ Only, rough sex, hair pulling, mfm spit roast, bruising and chafing during sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2,450

Sam Winchester

Breaking In The Muted Sky - Sam Winchester x female reader

Prompt: Sam. Overlapping scars tell interesting stories for those able to read them.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, knife play, blood during sex

Words: 830

Let The Melody Shine - Sam Winchester x male reader

Summary: Dom Sam has decided to buy a gift for himself and his newest friend.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, shibari mentioned, blindfold, edging, anal vibe

Words: 360

You Know Better, Babe - Sam Winchester x gender neutral character

Summary: “Don’t let me in with with no intention to keep me. Jesus Christ, don’t be kind to me. Honey, don’t feed me; I will come back.”

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, implied nefarious intentions, boyking Sam

Words: 680

Main Masterlist

[emily-strange]

Sparks Fly

Thank you to everyone still with me after the last chapter - I know not a lot hasn't happened yet but we’re getting going! As always thank you to @billybutchersbabe​ 😘 such a giant help!!!

Hope you all enjoy. Feedback is more than welcome x

Chapter 4

Pairing: Billy Butcher x OFC

Warnings: Swearing - lots of it.

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Waking up was hard.

Emmy thinks Butcher might have slipped something into her beer, seems like something he’d do to get answers. Then again, she’s always been a bit of a lightweight when it comes to drinking.

After she had a breakfast bar thrown at her and Hughie arrived with a clean hoodie, Emmy was properly introduced and ushered into the car. Butcher couldn’t contain his snarl at seeing Emmy take off his shirt and replace it with the younger man’s clothes.

MM silently notices how extra shitty he is in the car.

If only he knew it was because the two youngsters were discussing Hughie’s ‘Billy Joel’ t-shirt and bonding in the backseat.

Now Emmy’s wandering around the Believe Expo trying her best to appear like she belongs. Butcher hasn’t really filled her in on the plan, she’s just meant to walk around and see if anything seems weird. She knows the task has been given so it’ll keep her out of trouble, without actually having to tell her anything about the boys. So far, she’s seen a lot of things here that in her opinion, are pretty fucked.

She doesn’t move too far from them, always keeping someone in sight. At the moment the three of them are obviously discussing what they need from Hughie as he’s looking pretty appalled…

Emmy can’t believe she’s actually out of her dingy little town. Not free of it, but out. If you’d asked her 4 days ago where she’d be, she’d say still in the same dingy basement shining up some stolen AK-50’s as always. But instead she’s walking in the sunshine, dodging and weaving through the crowds of young people basking in their joint love of supes and God.

“She’s awesome isn’t she!” comes a voice from next to her, making her jump. A young guy in his 20s is standing way too close to Emmy with a large grin on his face. She then realises that she’s been staring at the singer on stage who’s just uncased her large, angel like wings for the crowd.

“Oh, um, yeah. She’s amazing.” Emmy lies. She looks round the guy and can just about see MM uncomfortably shifting from one foot to the other as Butcher has an intense looking conversation with a stall vendor.

“Is this your first time?” the guy asks, moving back into her line of sight. Emmy uncrosses her arms and softens the scowl on her face.

“How can you tell?” She says, laughing uncomfortably. If the guy notices, he doesn’t make it obvious. He seems sweet enough, Emmy thinks. Light blonde hair and a nice smile, full of perfect teeth. The epitome of squeaky clean.

He laughs, “You just look a little lost. I’m Pete.”

Pete extends his hand to Emmy who shakes it lightly, “Emmy.”

For a few seconds they stand together as the singer starts up again. Emmy internally groans. She’s never been one for religion. She tries to sway with the music, doing her best to blend in.

“What brings you here then Emmy?” Pete says, breaking the mindless chatter in her head.

“Oooh, you know...” Emmy stutters. She sees a poster of Homelander across from her and goes with it, “..The Seven. Homelander…I just, was hoping to catch a glimpse of him. He’s my favourite. As well as Ezekiel of course. He’s…great.” Emmy reals off the names she actually knows, hoping it’ll convince Pete she’s ‘one of them’. It seems to have worked.

“Yesss! Amazing!” Pete shouts, jumping for a high-five. One Emmy gives reluctantly, “You knoow I’m being baptised by Homelander in like, 20 minutes. Wanna come with and see if you can sneak a peak?”

“Ooh um really…baptised? That’s sweet but,” Emmy looks around again for the boys but now can’t see any of them. Pete uses her hesitation and distraction to gently take both of her shoulders, turning her to him. His forehead is creased into a frown.

“Please know I’m saying this as your friend.” He begins and Emmy couldn’t be any more confused, “I think you’re lost. I could see it in your eyes from miles away…please, let me take you to Ezekiel. Me and him, we’re close. I mean, you never know right? Maybe they’ll have a free space.” Pete smiles widely at Emmy and she finds herself tongue tied. She still can’t see anyone she actually knows and Butcher did tell her to snoop around…

“Um, yeah, okay…” She says giving a tight-lipped smile. Pete’s ecstatic. Beyond ecstatic. Suddenly she’s being pulled along towards the tents with absolutely no idea what to do or who she’s about to meet.

………………………………………………….

Once they reach the VIP tent, Emmy is relieved to see people checking for lanyards and tickets. She has neither so it won’t be hard to slip away. However, Pete seems to have been selling himself short, everyone seems to know him. Not just Ezekiel.

“Hi Pete, you here to see Ezekiel?” a pretty young woman asks.

“Yeah for the baptism” he beams, “I was hoping my friend here could just slip in with me? I think it’d do her some good to meet him.” Pete pleads.

Emmy jumps in, hoping to nip this in the bud asap, “Oh but it’s no problem if not. I’m happy to go back. I mean, I haven’t paid…not really fair is it!”

She laughs, hoping she doesn’t seem as awkward as she feels in this moment. Everyone is just so cheery. Makes her feel a little bit sick.

“You know what, I don’t see why not. I mean it isn��t packed in there. You’ll have to leave before the baptism but we have about 10 minutes till then.” The woman says and Emmy tries to make her smile as genuine as possible. Although she can’t shake the feeling that she’s being used as some sort of sacrificial lamb. The thought makes her laugh and cringe at the same time.

Pete thanks the woman and takes Emmy’s hand, leading her into the tent. He makes a straight line for Ezekiel.

“Ezekiel?” Pete says timidly, “I hope you don’t mind. Emmy here is new to the church. She’s feeling a bit out of place.” Out of place is right, Emmy thinks. She’s seen enough True Crime documentaries to know a religious cult when she sees one.

“Ahh it’s wonderful to meet new members,” Ezekiel says turning to face Emmy and Pete, “I’m glad you’ve found the faith. Welcome. Unfortunately, though we will be starting soon…”

Emmy gets the distinct impression that Ezekiel is not pleased by Pete’s impromptu meet and greet.

“Oh I understand.” Emmy says, basically sighing with relief, “Thank you for taking the time…to meet me. Means…um, a lot. Thank you, Pete.” She turns to Pete who smiles warmly at her. She almost feels bad for lying. This must mean a lot to him.

As she makes her way back to the tents entrance, she bumps into someone. Someone who also looks like they want to make a run for it.

Hughie.

“Em…what…” Hughie starts but is cut off. Emmy feels a shiver make its way down her spin.

“Hughie don’t be rude, introduce your friend.” Homelander says with a forced smile.

Hughie stutters for a second too long, causing Emmy’s stomach to lurch. She decides to take it upon herself to get out of this. She extends her hand and smiles as warmly as possible.

“Emmy. I’m new to the church.” She starts, “I was just leaving. All of this is a bit too rich for my blood.”

Homelander shakes her hand and squeezes just that bit too tight. He uses it to pull Emmy into him and ‘whisper’ in her face, “You need to make friends with Starlight as well. Hughie here got in for free!”

His perfect grin beams brightly but everyone involved knows it’s laced with something more sinister. Emmy’s never met this man before, never even really seen or heard anything of him other than a face on TV.

But she’s scared.

Emmy smiles and laughs but knows that he sees her swallow around the large lump in her throat.

As Homelander pulls back, he lets go of Emmy’s hand and as much as she wants to rub the ache out of it, her pride won’t allow her to do so in his presence. His picture-perfect smile never falters and he eyes Hughie for a second too long. Emmy’s seen eye’s like his before. Eye’s that contain nothing but scorn and contempt. She feels like the air’s been sucked from her lungs.

The moment Ezekiel begins his speech, Emmy makes a hasty exit from the tent. She doesn’t glance back at Hughie but she knows he watches her leave. For a minute or two she walks in a straight line, head down, wanting to be as far away from that place as possible. She ignores the protests of the people she barges past until one of them grabs her arm, dragging her behind one of the nearest stalls.

Butcher spins Emmy round and shouts in the loudest whisper.

“Why the fuck were you in that tent eh? What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Butcher yells, gripping Emmy’s upper arms so hard it hurts. She can see he’s furious but unlike Homelander, there is nothing but desperation in his eyes.

“I…” Emmy wants to tell him. She was basically dragged there! And where were they!? They disappeared on her! If anyone should be mad it’s her. They should’ve given her a phone or something! But all that comes out is a garbled apology and one word. “Homelander”.

Butchers eye’s widen with what Emmy easily recognises as fear.

“What did he fuckin’ do? Emmy, what, what did that bastard fuckin’ do!” He says quickly, shaking her a little when she doesn’t answer quick enough.

“Nothing. He didn’t do anything.” Emmy says, feeling her mouth go dry, “But his eyes…” Emmy looks past Butcher and imagines them. She wants to tell him that his eye’s are so…bitter, so hateful. So dead.

Butcher sighs with relief and does the last thing Emmy could imagine. He pulls her into a bone crushing hug. She finds herself suddenly with her head against his firm chest and the smell of something distinctly him fills her nose. It’s comforting.

Butcher buries his nose into Emmy’s hair and inhales deeply. She smells like Frenchie’s crappy body wash but with a hint of him from the shirt she slept in. As quickly as he pulled her into his body, he pushes her away. Emmy hadn’t even had time to wrap her arms around him.

“Look, I gotta go do summit. Stay here ‘nd I’ll send MM over.” Butcher says, moving to leave. Emmy grabs his arm, feeling his muscles tense at her touch.

“Can I not come with you? I’m really sick of these religious fucks.” She says, drawing shocked gasps from the people around them close enough to hear. Butcher can’t help but smirk, “Fine but you gotta wait in tha car.”

As Emmy follows Butcher, she hears him growl a “fuck you want?” at some people who were less than thrilled at her choice of words. Emmy laughs.

………………………………………………….

In the car, Emmy fills Butcher in on how she ended up in the tent and her run in with Hughie. He’s not happy that Homelander has seen her face or that he seems a bit too interested in Hughie but the sheer panic he seemed to be in definitely dies down.

She waits in the car outside a house in a nice part of the city. Everything around her seems so…well, nice. She can’t imagine who someone like Butcher would know around here. But then she doesn’t really know him, does she?

When he comes storming from the house and pulls the car away with an earth-shattering screech, Emmy stays quiet. He’s clearly fucked off about something and Emmy would rather not push her luck twice in one day.

But now they’re sat outside a cemetery. And have been for about 15 minutes.

“Why are we here Butcher?” Emmy asks delicately, not wanting to break the silence too much too quickly. It feels like she’s talking to a kicked puppy. Trying to gain its trust without spooking it.

“You don’t have to tell me” she adds very quickly.

Butcher nods and gets out of the car, goes to the trunk and gets out a sledgehammer. He slams the trunk closed and takes off into the cemetery. Emmy just waits and hopes that no caretakers try to stop him from doing whatever he’s doing. She doubts that’ll end well.

He’s not gone long.

Once they’re back on the road he finally speaks again.

“MM’s gotta lead on a Compound V shipment so we’re gonna go meet him now. You might need this.” Butcher says and tosses Emmy’s matchbook into her lap, “Jus’ in case.”

Emmy pockets the matchbook and nods. She still doesn’t know the ins and outs of what Butcher and the boys do but if it’s about supes, it’s about Vought. And if it’s about Vought, Emmy wants to know.

Butcher glances over at Emmy as she nods and thinks back to the Expo. He was looking for her for ages. He’d gotten involved in this existential rant with an old fella and ‘misplaced’ her. Him and MM had split up and when he’d seen her leaving the VIP tent with her head hanging low, his heart just about stopped.

He kept his eye on her as he’d shoved people out of the way. Didn’t lose sight of her once. The closer he got the more he noticed how wide her eyes were, like she was in some kind of shock. If someone did something in that fucking tent, he’d murder every last person at the expo.

When he’d finally gotten to her, his blood was already pumping. He knows he grabbed her too hard but she’s a supe right? It wouldn’t hurt. Although the way she flinched certainly made it seem like it did.

But fuck, when she said Homelander…he felt bile rise up into his throat. He shouldn’t be so protective over this newbie supe but for some reason he is. He’s seen her pissed and he’s heard about what she does when threatened. But seeing her so wide-eyed and scared made her seem so small.

Why the fuck is he doing this to himself?

Before he could contemplate it any further, they arrive at the hospital. Joining MM outside.

“Took ya time.” MM greets, gaining a glare from his friend. Emmy gives him a small, silent wave.

When no one moves to lead on, Butcher hisses, “We fuckin’ doin’ this or wot?”

[teejaywyatt1]

✨Chapter 7 of Onyx Armored Fate will drop on Wednesday, January 12th at 2:30PM EST.✨

[visionsofmagic]

⎯ stories with song lyrics [requests are open/a request post]

Explanation: I was thinking about writing stories with some song lyrics I am in love with. Below, you can see these lyrics [some will be added as well from time to time] and characters/people’s name that I like and can write stories about them. So, you can message or ask me with a lyric [or more than one] and a specific character/person [it can be two character at one time a well]. Then, I will write it. ^^ Feel free to add your own imagination as well. Also, you don’t have to use lyrics to ask a requests.

Stories can be one-shorts, series, headcanons.

important notes: i really want to write about jk, tae [from bts], peter parker, wanda maximoff, and bucky barnes [from marvel], bats [from dc]. so, this ones will come sooner because i already have some ideas about them with some of these lyrics. so, you can request it as well or you can wait me for to write this without any request. ^^

྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾

↬ for example: “I want to read a story about Jungkook with 1st song lyric.”

[or] “I want to read a story about steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes with 41st song lyric.”

[or] “I want to read a story about peter parker  with 9th and 45th song lyrics.”

Warnings for requests: please identify what gender you want it to be; female reader or male reader and please describe what you want to read, so, I can really understand your wishes. ^^ [also, it can be an original character as you wish, will created by me of course.]

◆ Characters/People

⌑ dc ⌑

Bruce Wayne/Batman [every version of him, especially robert p.], Clark Kent/Superman, John Constantine [movie version]

⌑ marvel ⌑

Steve Rogers/Captain America, Peter Parker/Spiderman [tom h. and andrew g. versions], Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier, Loki, Thor, Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlett Witch, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange

⌑ tv series ⌑

The Boys (2019-) Billy Butcher, Homelander, Soldier Boy, Queen Maeve

The Sandman (2022-) Morpheus/Dream/The Sandman, Corinthian/Nightmare

⌑ movies, movie series ⌑

Star Wars (not specific movie) Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Obi Wan Kenobi [tv series’ version as well]

Uncharted (2022) Nathan Drake - also game version too.

Twilight (all of them) Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen

In time (2011) Raymond Leon

American Psycho (2001) Patrick Bateman

John Wick (whole series) John Wick

The Prestige (2006) Alfred Borden

⌑ idols, actors, actresses ⌑

bts [especially jk & tae], chris evans, elizabeth olsen, sebastian stan, tom hiddlestion, tom holland, chris evans, robert pattinson     

◆ Lyrics

1. A little bit older. A black leather jacket. A bad reputation. Insatiable habits. He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe. Yeah, I said, “If you kiss me, I might let it happen.” ▸my oh my, camila cabello [m]

2. Our secret moments in your crowded room. They've got no idea about me and you. & Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off▸dress, taylor swift [m]

3. I'm not here for games. I told you what it is, you chose to stay, oh. Baby, you chose the pain. 'Cause you don't know me, you just know my name, oh ▸renegade, aaryan shah [dark theme]

4. You don't know what you did, did to me. Your body lightweight speaks to me▸under the influence, chris brown

5. Please understand that I'm trying my hardest. My head's a mess but I'm trying regardless. Anxiety is one hell of a problem▸consume, chase atlantic [angst]

6. Bend it over slow 'cause daddy I know how you like it. Backseat of the 'Rari pullin' over just to ride it. Make you get down on your knees. Can't always havе what you please. This bitch ain't comin' for free & you know I carry a knife. You should be scared for your life. 'Cause you know I don't play nice▸oh mami, chase atlantic ft. maggie lindemann [m]

7. Don't worry, my hands. They're only warm for you. If I'm ruining you right now. Please forgive me. Because I can't live without you▸pied piper, bts

8. Someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours. But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad? Pacify her. She's getting on my nerves. You don't love her. Stop lying with those words.▸pacify her, melanie martinez

9. And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me". I can't help this awful energy. God damn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in control? ▸control, halsey [villain vibe]

10. There's parts of me I cannot hide. I've tried and tried a million times. Cross my heart and hope to die. Welcome to my darkside▸darkside, neoni [villain vibe]

11. And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight. But my hands been broken one too many times. So I'll use my voice, I'll be so fucking rude. Words they always win, but I know I'll lose▸another love, tom odell [angst]

12. Terribly like terrible, she's the villain. One as sweet as caramel, she's my saint. Think I'm getting butterflies, but it's really. Something telling me to run away▸inferno, bella poarch & sub urban

13. I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit. Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman. Plus all my clothes would fit▸boyfriend, dove cameron [from this lyrics, I am getting a big vibe of wanda x f!reader, so, you know what I mean]

14. I keep forgetting I should let you go. But when you look at me. The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight▸can’t remember to forget you, shakira & rihanna

15. Yeah, we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shots. Think we kissed, but I forgot last Friday night▸last friday night, katy perry

16. Don't blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right. Lord, save me, my drug is my baby. I'll be usin' for the rest of my life ▸don’t blame me, taylor swift

17. Call me in the morning to apologize. Every little lie gives me butterflies. Something in the way you're looking through my eyes. Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive▸teeth, 5sos

18. Six feet tall and super strong. We'd always get along. Alright, alright. Ooh, he'd pick me up at eight. And not a minute late. 'Cause I don't like to wait, no. Kind and ain't afraid to cry. Or treat his mama right. That's right, that's what I like▸guy.exe, superfruit [fluff]

19. I'm in love with a fairytale. Even though it hurts. 'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind. I'm already cursed▸bad blood, taylor swift [note for this one; I added these part but I will write with whole lyrics because this song’s every lyric is amazing for an au, or a love story]

20. And you're startin' to bore me, baby. Why'd you only call me when you're high?▸why’d you only call me when you’re high?, arctic monkeys [protective or possessive vibe]

21. But you didn't have to cut me off. Make out like it never happened. And that we were nothing. And I don't even need your love. But you treat me like a stranger. And that feels so rough▸somebody that i used to know, gotye

22. Right now, I'm shameless. Screamin' my lungs out for ya. Not afraid to face it. I need you more than I want to▸shameless, camila cabello

23. We laugh together, we cry together. These simple feelings were everything I had. When will it be?. If I see you again. I will look into your eyes. And say, "I missed you"▸still with you, jungkook

24. She said, "Fuck me like I'm famous", I said, "Okay"▸slow down, chase atlantic [m]

25. You're too late. Had your girlfriend at my house for two days. Should be obvious, the reason she stayed with me▸too late, chase atlantic [m]

26. Where have you been? Do you know when you're coming back? 'Cause since you've been gone. I've got along but I've been sad▸reflections, the neighbourhood [angst]

27. And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime. And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine.▸dandelions, ruth b. [fluff]

28. You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you. You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you. You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget ▸heathens, twenty one pilots [dark theme, like mafia au]

29. But mama I'm in love with a criminal. And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical.▸criminal, britney spears [this one is like mafia au too]

30. Oh, dear diary, I met a boy. He made my doll heart light up with joy. Oh, dear diary, we fell apart. Welcome to the life of Electra Heart.▸ bubblegum bitch, marina

31. Come on, don't be silly. I beg of you, stop. I'm sure that he doesn't reflect. What he really is▸ainsi bas la vida, indila [dark theme]

32. I can't be your Superman. Can't be your Superman & Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes. It's no secret everybody knows. Yeah, we fucked, bitch, so what? That's about as far as your buddy goes & I never loved you enough to trust you. We just met and I just fucked you▸superman, eminem [so much homelander vibe]

33. You think I'm crazy, you think I'm gone. So what if I'm crazy? All the best people are. And I think you're crazy too, I know you're gone. That's probably the reason that we get along▸mad hatter, melanie martinez [dark theme]

34. I'm tired of being home alone. Used to have a girl a day. But I want you to stay. ▸ lost in the fire, the weekend [playboy vibe]

35. We found each other. I helped you out of a broken place. You gave me comfort. But falling for you was my mistake.▸ call out my name, the weekend

36. Give it to me daddy, that's what she keeps screamin'. Give it to me daddy, She love the way I beat it.& Lights down low, time to get naughty. ▸lights down low, maejor ft. waka flocka flame [m]

37. You can say what you like, don't say I wouldn't die for you. I, I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my God. Be my help, be a savior who can.▸ train wreck, james arthur [angst, mainly]

39. We used to be close, but people can go. From people you know to people you don't. And what hurts the most is people can go. From people you know to people you don't ▸ people you know, selena gomez

38. One: Don't pick up the phone. You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone

Two: Don't let him in, you'll have to kick him out again

Three: Don't be his friend. You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin'

And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him.▸new rules, dua lipa

40. Saw you there and I thought. "Oh, my God, look at that face. You look like my next mistake. Love's a game, wanna play?" ▸blank space, taylor swift

41. I know I can treat you better than he can. And any girl like you deserves a gentleman. Tell me, why are we wasting time. On all your wasted crying. When you should be with me instead? ▸ treat you better, shawn mendes [love triangle vibe]

42. Only love can hurt like this. Must have been a deadly kiss & But every time you're there I'm begging you to stay. When you come close I just tremble. And every time, every time you go. It's like a knife that cuts right through my soul▸only love can hurt like this, paloma faith

43. I heard from a friend of a friend. That that dick was a ten out of ten ▸ need to know, doja cat [m]

44. Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely. Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely ▸ doin’ time, lana del rey

45. Baby, I'm a sociopath. Sweet serial killer. On the warpath. 'Cause I love you just a little too much ▸ serial killer, lana del rey [dark theme, dark!nat and wanda vibes or dark!mc/reader with a pretty boy like peter p.]

46. Guys my age don't know how to treat me. Don't know how to treat me. Don't know how to treat me. Guys my age don't know how to touch me. Don't know how to love me good ▸ guys my age, hey violet [mature, sugar!daddy/mommy theme]

love, rose <3

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/perseprose/profile you can request in ao3 too. i will publish this in there too.

[masterlist]

[annie000expatriated]

New Chapter!

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: The Boys (TV 2019) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: The Homelander | John/You, The Homelander | John/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Interrogation, Cuckolding, Humiliation, Bondage, Rape/Non-con Elements, Whipping, Beating, Kidnapping, Master/Pet Summary:

Billy Butcher, Season 1, Episode 1: I'm offering you the opportunity to get them that got your girl.

Billy Butcher did his homework on Hughie and then recruited him to plant a bug in Vought Tower. Unfortunately Translucent found the tiny device. The rest, as they say, is history.

Doing your homework on someone and convincing them to help in the fight? Butcher was adept at it.

There's no way Hughie was the first. Who else did he recruit before the two of them met?

And...remember Becca? There's no way she was the first one either. Or the last.

[seeds-and-sins]

Master list - The Boys (TV Show)

All of ‘the Boys’ related stories you’ve been looking for. 

Requests are accepted!!!

Pairing: Homelander / Original Female Character, Billy Butcher / Original Female Character

Rating: M (Strong language, sexual themes)

Decription: Carly Danvers is a reporter/radio show host/annoying little piece of- For reasons unknown to Vought, she decided to start a one man investigation on Vought's operation. Her efforts had been quite successful so far, so much so that Stillwell would have done anything to see the young girl dead. Turns out Stillwell didn't have to do anything at all, while one piece of evidence against Vought causes Danvers to fly too close to the sun. And Homelander flies after her.

Chapter 1 - Carly Danvers

Chapter 2 - The Lab Incident

Chapter 3 - “Shhh... I will handle everything.”

Chapter 4 - Option 2

Chapter 5 - You’re a Hero Now

Chapter 6 - All Alone

Chapter 7 - Make Me Proud

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Pairing: Ben “Soldier Boy” x F!Reader

Rating: M (Nudity, Sexual themes, Crude language, Curse Words)

Description: You are an established member of Payback. You go by the hero name, the Phoenix, in respect to your ability to manipulate fire and theoretically reach temperatures bordering that of the Sun’s. The Legend signs you up for a commercial and Soldier Boy isn’t happy about it.

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

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One shots

In the Night - Black Noir and you play piano together.

In Your Dreams - You wake up to find Black Noir in your apartment.

On the Fly - A New York Cop and America's favorite hero team up in this reality TV action series. (UNDER RENOVATIONS)

FOUR LETTER WORD - Soulmate AU - Homelander is your soulmate.

[globetrotter28]

Another Cover Up (Part 4)

Fandom: The Boys

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?

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Tags: @msbadgirl @queenofspades20 @mimzy1994 @erinnkenobi @goldngguk @ateliefloresdaprimavera @roseblue373 @acarboni21 @sexyvixen7 @buckybarnes-1917 @valkyrie418 @multishipper @bxwitched @capswife @bluedragonflylady @leigh70

Chapter Warnings: language, discussion of previous character’s sexual assault

Yes, Butcher will come off OOC this chapter.

Series Masterlist - Part 3

You and Butcher left at 6am sharp the next morning.

You had barely slept since arriving Stateside, so although Butcher was walking out to his shit box of a car, attempting to sneak off quietly, you were already sitting in the front seat.

He didn't see you until he opened the driver's side door and huffed a heavy breath as he sat in the seat and you made your presence known.

"Nice try." You said.

"Bollocks!" He shouted as he jumped in his seat, turning his widened brown eyes to you. He saw a wicked grin on your face, one that matched his own when he was up to something.

"Is that any way to talk in front of a lady?" You sass.

"Jesus Christ...," he took a deep breath to steady his beating heart.

"Are we going or not?" You say, pulling the temperamental seat belt down from over your shoulder and clicking it into place.

"You're a bloody Supe and you still put the belt on?" Butcher asks, confused eyes staring at you.

"I may be a Supe, but I still feel pain. And let's be honest, William... you know I don't have reason to trust that you won't try and throw me through that windshield." You say as you point to said windshield, eyebrow raised.

He only grunts as a response before turning the engine over and pulling away from the house.

You both drive in silence for almost three quarters of an hour before you reach to turn the radio on. Although you didn't care too much, Butcher's mind was quite a fucking mess and you didn't really want to listen to it much more.

"You ever heard of asking?" Butchers gravelly voice breaks through the tune of an old song crackling through the speaker.

"Control your thoughts better and maybe I would." You quip, side eyeing him. "Besides... didn't think you'd care too much if it took my focus of your fucked up brain." You look out the window seeing shades of green pass you by.

"Hughie said you were having some troubles." He mentions.

"Hmm... it's not easy when they fuck with your brain... sometimes feels like they were trying to scramble some eggs."

The song on the radio changes to one you were very familiar with. The high pitched piano notes send chills through your body taking you a second to recognise the song. The melodic male voice singing 'turn around' before Bonnie Tyler's distinctive husky voice joins in, and you're quickly reaching for the tuner to adjust the station. 

"As lovely as she is," Butcher says, gently tapping the dashboard of the vehicle, "the radio is on the blink." Butcher says with a severely sarcastic tone.

You reach for the volume to at least turn it down as low as possible, but it only gets louder.

"You're joking?" Your voice is thick with frustration as you look at Butcher, turning it the other way to turn it back down, but it only goes to the same volume it was when you first started.

"Nah, not too much of a joker, love." He smirks at you. "Her audio settings are simple; one station, on, off, loud or louder." He chuckles as he looks at your face that you can only imagine is one that looks like you would readily kill him. He only laughs heartier. 

You go to turn it off then, but he smacks your hand away.

"Un-uh! You wanted it on, princess, it's on."

You look at him, flabbergasted that he just smacked your hand. The chorus is playing now and to your utter shock, Butcher starts belting it out in his cockney voice.

"Oh my god, fuck me..." you mutter in frustration as you sink into your seat.

You knew Butcher was doing this to annoy you, but he starts doing air drums and is very clearly getting into the song. You know you could easily turn it off, but you can't help but feel your frustration slowly morph into enjoyment at his terrible singing and just start to giggle, soon joining him in the love ballad.

By the third verse you're singing by yourself. What you didn't realise was that Butcher was listening to the lyrics. He was picking up that they clearly meant something to you as your voice was becoming extremely emotional, even cracking on the odd occasion.

As the song was fading out, Butcher reached forward and clicked the radio off.

"Gotta love me some Bonnie." Butcher says somewhat jokingly before switching his tone quickly. "A'right. What was that?" He presses you.

"What was what?"

"Why didn't you want to listen to that song." He gestures to the radio, his left hand still on the steering wheel.

You release a large sigh, trying to find the words. You soon settle on, "I helped write it."

It's quiet for a moment, you sensing Butcher's complete and utter confusion. He really didn't see that one coming.

"You helped write that?" He clarifies.

"Yep." You confirm, glancing at him.

"No you didn't." He looks at you, eyes furrowed in disbelief.

"Get your little device out and look it up." You suggest.

"Yeah... yeah a'right, I'll do just that."

Butcher reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out his phone, keeping one hand on the wheel and looking at his phone as he attempts to type on it.

"You've got to be fucking joking...!" He bellows, glancing at you briefly in disbelief.

"Told ya." Your smirk.

"'Total Eclipse of the Heart' was written by Jim Steinman [and Y/N Y/L/N] and released by Bonnie Tyler in 1983."** Butcher reads. "This has gotta be one of the most famous love ballads..."

"Glad it did well." You say.

"Supe's don't have talent like that." Butcher states.

"Ha! You're not wrong... have you seen any of Ben's movies? Or heard his songs? Fuck, they're terrible!" You laugh.

"You didn't have any- well..."

"No, I refused to be a dancing monkey. This was the only one I co-wrote and produced." You tried not to, but you could hear Butcher questioning why you were even a Supe. So you decided to answer him. "I saw these... powers... as a way of me actually trying to make a difference. I never wanted to be in front of the camera. I never wanted the notoriety." You pause for a moment. "This was meant to be a gift. I was turned into this... thing... what I was sold is not what it was... they wanted a weapon that would easily be turned into a profit for their convenience."

"You sound like bloody Starlight." Butcher grumbled.

"Starlight?" You questioned. "Oh... Annie..." you can't helps but see this Starlight in his mind, recognising her from Hughie's visions. "At the risk of you getting pissed, what is your issue with Supes? At least the good ones. This Starlight seems pretty alright."

"You lot can't be trusted." Butcher's tone quickly turns sour.

"Fair statement." He looks at you confused once again. "Hey, from what Hughie has told me about him getting into the game, they haven't really changed much in forty years. Vought's still blowing that smoke up their asses, covering for their idiocy. But you know... before they were injected with that poison, Compound V... they were human. Just like normal humans... not all of them are winners. But there are some... like Hughie, who aren't so bad." He only grunts. "Maybe Starlight isn't so bad."

The silence is deafening. Well... at least if you couldn't hear Butcher's thoughts. But again, they were a fucking mess...

Butcher soon breaks the silence with, "Are you..." he coughs. "Are you in me head? Right now?" He glances over at you then back at the road.

"Not really. I'm trying not to be. I wasn't fucking around when I said your brain is pretty fucked." He scoffs, what you believe to be in agreement with you. "But it's hard hearing everyone's thoughts. All the time. Before Russia, I could turn it off in a way. It's taking me some time to get that skill back." You explain, not only for him but also for yourself. "So I'm trying. I wouldn't appreciate someone plying around inside my fucked up brain either." You say, truthfully but also trying to make it not so serious. Butcher seems to appreciate that, if only a little.

It's silent for about a minute before he breaks it again.

"I never really understood Supes." He says, bringing your focus back to him. "Never got why they were always put up on this bloody pedestal." He scoffs scornfully. You don't say it, but he knew you already agreed with him, which he only confirms. "Always thought they'd be better off actually being heroes, out there really saving people. Not profiting from it. But my wife-" he clears his throat. "My wife actually worked at Vought Tower. She was in the Media and Communications team. PR, did their social media."

You were about to ask what 'social media' was, but decided it'd be better to ask Hughie. You didn't want to interrupt Butcher sharing his story.

"She was fucking good at it too." He smiles gently, a flash of pride colouring his harsh features. "Was the best bloody woman I ever knew." His voice tightens.

"Knew?" You ask gently, having a pretty good idea where this was going.

"A Supe hurt her. Raped her." You swallow thickly and look down at your lap. "She disappeared for years. I never believed she was dead, but... a part of me always thought..." he stops for a moment before continuing. "But she wasn't. Turned up just over a year ago. Vought had her as a prisoner in a fake town with her son."

"Son?" You question, thinking only for a moment how that was a nightmare of yours. Getting pregnant from such an act of violence.

"Ryan. Actually a sweet kid. I see so much of my Becca in him." His voice is slightly watery from his sadness. "He accidentally killed her. Trying to protect her from Stormfront."

"Fucking Nazi bitch..." you sneer under your breath. "It was Homelander." You state, already figuring out the monster that did that to Butcher's wife. "That's why you want Ben to kill him."

Butcher's eyes stay glued to the road, but he swallows thickly before nodding once. Although it was clear from the beginning in exchange for helping Soldier Boy kill the old members of Payback, he would kill Homelander, Butcher was still worried the original Supe would feel used.

"Then I'll do whatever I can to help put him down." Butcher's eyes turn to meet yours, seeing the anger and sincerity in your face. "He deserves what's coming to him for all the pain he's caused."

Butcher nods once again in a silent thanks.

~~~~~~~~~~

Turns out three of the safe houses were a complete bust. You still had eight to go, but both you and Butcher were fed up with the day. So you made the long drive back to Legend's house.

Butcher's phone starts to ring, so he puts it up to his hear and you can hear Hughie's voice make it's way through the speaker. Your enhanced hearing makes it easier for you to hear, but you try to tune it out.

You focus on the passing trees again, a field soon breaking through. You see a large property with a beautiful country style home sitting in the middle. There's a few cattle off to the side in one of the paddocks and you see two adults, the woman holding a young child on her hip as both her and the man point at the animals.

You can't help the small smile that breaks out in your face as you imagine what your life might have been like if you had never been injected with V. Maybe you would have got married, had a family of your own. You always imagined it would have been with Ben, but... you decided it was too late for you now.

"Have to make a small supply run, love." Butcher's voice breaks you from your thoughts and you realise you're looking at a forest of trees once again.

"Yeah. Okay."

"Won't take long, only a few things for your- ah for Soldier Boy." Butcher cuts himself off, realising that what Hughie asked him to pick up was not being used between you and Ben.

No one ever really described Butcher as an 'awkward' man. But he certainly felt awkward in that moment. He didn't have to be a genius to know that you had a hard on for the original superhero. He could read between the lines that you wrote those lyrics to that Bonnie Tyler song about your relationship with said hero.

To be honest, Butcher was pretty surprised you and Soldier Boy weren't actually an item with the way he coddled and nursed you since finding you in Russia. Which is why he felt pretty shocked that Soldier Boy was wanting to screw the women on Legend's staff with you right there. And having Hughie ask him to pick up more Astroglide only added to his bewilderment.

Part 5

** https://genius.com/Bonnie-tyler-total-eclipse-of-the-heart-lyrics

[spnbabe67]

Let Me In Your Ocean and Swim

Kinktober Day 27: Face Sitting (B.B.)

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Original Female Character

Warnings: Smut, Oral (F. Rec), PiV

Summary: Butcher being a munch. That's all

Word Count: 1358

Authors Note: Title from the song Swim by Chase Atlantic

You wouldn’t know it by looking at him, but William Butcher is a fucking munch. Samarra wouldn’t have believed you if you told her that Billy Butcher, the stern, dirty mouthed leader of their merry little band, loved to get that dark beard of his absolutely soaked. But here she was, lips locked on his, as they made out, his big hands having pulled her onto his lap. Samarra’s hands knotted in his hair, messily kissing him, rolling her hips against his. Butcher’s grip tightened on her hips, hands spread wide across the swell of her ass as his mouth made a trail of hot kisses down her neck to her shoulder. She’d long since lost her shirt, leaving her atop him in just a sports bra and a pair of Brazilian style panties, which didn’t provide much barrier between her pulsating core and his growing hardness beneath her. 

The heat from his body radiated against her own, one of Butcher’s hands brushed up her back, pressing Samarra’s chest against his. The dark patch of curly hair on his chest scratched against her skin as they moved against each other. Both of their breaths came in ragged pants against the hard and fast desire flooding their systems, Samarra’s heart pounding in her ears hard enough to almost drown out Butcher’s low groans he uttered into her skin. She smoothed her hands along the broad expanse of his shoulders, tipping her head to the side as he practically devoured her neck. She flattened a hand to his chest, shoving him back against the mattress eliciting a grunt as he fell back. Butcher’s intense gaze scanned up her body, hands exploring up her sides as Samarra peeled her sports bra up and over her head, her breasts springing free.

“Fuckin’ diabolical.” Butcher drawled, sliding his hands up to cup her chest. 

Samarra huffed a laugh, running a hand through her hair, pushing the silver strands from her face. Her eyes fell shut as Butcher toyed with her breasts, tweaking the stiff peaks between the calloused pads of his fingertips and unconsciously her hips ground down on him. She leaned down, her hair falling around their faces as she licked her way into his mouth, the kiss sloppy and desperate. Samarra hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, inching them down her legs as Butcher reached up, brushing her hair from her face, cupping her neck as he did. 

“Where you goin’?” Butcher propped himself up on his elbows as Samarra pulled her panties off, moving down his body and sliding her fingers under the waistband of his boxers. “Get back up here.”

Samarra made a surprised sound as Butcher grabbed her around her knees, yanking her back up his body. “Butch, what’re you-” Her words dissolved into a fit of giggles as his hands dragged up her thighs to palm her ass. 

“C’mon, lovie. Let me taste ya.” Butcher guided her hips until her dripping core hovered over his face inches from his lips. “Come take a seat.”

Anxiety turned her stomach into knots, but Samarra was helpless to protest as Butcher wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her down onto his waiting mouth. Despite his tight grip, Samarra still fought him, keeping herself hovered just enough she knew he could breathe. He pressed open mouthed kisses to the inside of her thigh, teeth nipping at the soft skin as he trailed higher and higher towards her core. Her mouth dropped open at the first pass of his hot tongue, the muscle flattened against her clit. She braced both hands on the wall, tops of her thighs starting to ache from where she hovered on his mouth, lips wrapped around her pulsating clit. 

Butcher pulled his mouth from her folds with a wet pop. “When I tell you to sit, I expect ya to listen to me”

This time he didn’t give her room to argue, wrapping his arms all the way around her thighs, holding her down against his head. Samarra had no choice but to let her weight settle over his hot mouth, gradually getting used to the peculiar feeling. His nose bumped against her clit as his tongue delved into her entrance causing her to moan shakily. Butcher's tongue explored her folds, suckling her clit in a way that had her eyes rolling back in her head. With her weight completely down on him, Samarra ground her hips against his face, hands balling into fists as she felt that tug in her lower belly. 

The man was drunk on her, groaning against her center in a way where the vibrations seemed to hone in on her already buzzing clit. Enthusiastic was a good word for it; he ate her out with gusto because he wanted to, not like the sorry excuses for men she’d hooked up with in the past who’d made every excuse in the book to not go down on her. But not Butcher. He clung to her thighs and ass in insurance she wouldn’t wiggle away as that tug in her belly grew tighter and tighter until it snapped and she came hard on his face in one big rush. Samarra panted raggedly, her breaths laced with moans as Butcher continued to lick at her core, working her through that high. 

But he didn’t stop, continuing to suckle at her oversensitive clit, fingers gripping harshly to her ass, keeping her sat on his face as he quickly had her chasing another orgasm. His name was the only coherent thing she could utter in the moment, her thighs shaking hard as he harshly lapped at her core, tip of his tongue flicking against her clit just right. Every pass had waves of arousal shocking through her, and no matter how she tried to pull away, Butcher held fast, keeping her sat until that second wave crashed through her. Samarra slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out at the sheer euphoria rolling over her, rolling her hips against his mouth as she rode out her orgasm. 

Her legs were jelly as Butcher finally lifted her off his mouth, manhandling her onto the bed. Her legs, feeling like jelly, fell to the side, welcoming him as he shifted out of his boxers before crawling up her body. Butcher rutted his hips against her own, coating his hard length through her thoroughly soaked folds. His beard was soaked in her slick as he nuzzled his face into her shoulder as he pushed himself inside her. He stretched her out on girth alone, not even taking into account how the head of him brushed against her cervix when he was fully seated inside her. 

“That’s it. That’s good.” Butcher moaned into her neck, nipping at her skin as he began to move inside her with even strokes. 

“Feels good, Butch.” Samarra encouraged, wrapping her legs around his hips, running the ball of her foot along his calf. “Just like that.”

He set an even rhythm, hitting every spot within her deeply it knocked the air out of her lungs. Quickly, already primed with sensitivity, Samarra felt her inner walls clench around him, her nails digging into his broad shoulders. The rush hit her hard, her body tensing and going limp all at once. Samarra whimpered as Butcher chased his own high, hips snapping into hers more harshly.

“Almost there, lovie. Just a little longer.” Butcher grunted, gripping her hip for leverage.

His thrusts grew erratic and finally she felt his hips stutter as he came in spurts. He groaned lowly, arms shaking as he kept himself from collapsing on top of her. Butcher settled on the bed, stretching out beside Samarra, both of them breathing heavily. Samarra groaned lowly when she shifted her thighs, feeling the familia burn.

“I think you gave me beard burn.” She swatted his arm playfully.

“You’ll live.” He grunted, slinging a heavy arm over her waist. “‘Sides, if you hadn’t squirmed and just sat like I told ya to, it probably wouldn’t have been this bad.”

Samarra huffed through her nose. “I hate it when you’re right.”

[datauthorress]

Ficlet Challenge Masterlist

A masterlist of all the ficlets done in a challenge or not a challenge!

Drabble Challenge: ;rise above (i've seen it all); - Optimus Prime x Fem! Reader ;forever; (is not enough) - Loki x Fem! Reader ;thought we built a dynasty; - Optimus Prime x Fem! Reader ;you have my heart; - Tony Stark x Original Female Character

Non-Drabble Challenge: "You have to be quiet if you want to cum." - Lucifier/Shelby (Obey Me!) 18+ ;and the sun; (rises again) - The Walrider x Fem! Host! Reader “don’t you know what you’re doing to me?” - Billy Butcher/Shelby O'viere - 18+