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i want eric kripke to walk into a the boys convention, teary with the knowledge that he finally has the predominantly red blooded white american cishet male age 20-40 audience he's been trying to lure since 2005, and i want him to open the floor for questions and i want a 23 yr old white frat bro with a neck thicker than his head and khaki cargo shorts to get the mic and i want him to ask. uh. hey. eric bro. bro when do soldier boy and butcher fuck man like. is it gonna be canon or wah.
#eric kripke#the boys#jensen ackles#soldier boy#i want him to have a mental fucking breakdown kripke you are NEVER escaping 13 yr old shippy fangirls even if they are adult white men#boybutcher#butcherboy
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BUTCHERBOY ; a gender when you’re a boy in a butcher way, a gender connected to butchers, being a butcher and a boy
BUTCHERGiRL ; a gender when you’re a girl in a butcher way, a gender connected to butchers, being a butcher and a girl
🦇 ——— COINED BY ME
[ PT / butcherboy ; a gender when you’re a boy in a butcher way, a gender connected to butchers, being a butcher and a boy
butchergirl ; a gender when you’re a girl in a butcher way, a gender connected to butchers, being a butcher and a girl
coined by me / END PT ]
#— jacks smirking revenge#mogai#mogai flag#mogai term#mogai coining#flag coining#liom term#liom coining#xenogender#mogai gender#liom label#liom flag#liom gender#boygender#girlgender#butcherboy#butchergirl#butchergender
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I fell for these two dorks absolutely by accident. I was searching for 'Hughie' for a text role-playing game and stumbled upon Soldier Boy. We ended up creating an amazing plot together, and it led to all this stuff.
I've made a few collages as illustrations for our game and even did a video edit (though Tumblr said it's 18+ content and hid it, lol). So, I thought I'd share at least this here.
Just leaving it as a memory and perhaps making someone believe that two hot men could create an explosive pairing
#the boys tv#the boys fanart#billy butcher x soldier boy#soldier boy#butcherboy#billy butcher#the boys#unexpected
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thought i should share this here 😇
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Summary: A hot tip turns into a hot night.
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V
Characters: William Butcher x unnamed female x Soldier Boy
Tags/warnings: explicit, mfm threesome, Dom/sub, rough sex, slapping, name calling, sex with murderous misogynists
Words: 1700
Author's notes: for @glassjacket and @brrose-apothecary Thanks for the read-through and green light, Bri. <3
Gonzo journalism is an energetic first-person participatory writing style of journalism that is written without claims of objectivity, often including the reporter as part of the story using the first-person narrative, and it draws its power from a combination of social critique and self-satire. The word gonzo is believed to have been first used in 1970 to describe an article about the Kentucky Derby by Hunter S. Thompson, who popularized the style.
Three days ago, I received a tip that former British special forces member, CIA agent, and now, vigilante, William Butcher, traveled to Russia to obtain a secret weapon to take down the megalomaniac superhero Homelander. Within an hour, I was on a plane to JFK. Just as the A320 touched the ground, an explosion rocked Midtown, killing 19 people. My source wasted no time looping me in with video footage of the cause of the explosion.
...and I didn’t believe my eyes.
“Holy-” I breathed, weaving through the other passengers to quicken my steps toward ground transportation. I ordered an Uber then watched the footage on a loop until it arrived. As my driver pulled up, I received a text message from my source.
“Weapon’s not so much a what but a who, love.”
“So I see.”
“You here?”
“On my way to ground zero, got anything else for me?”
“Will have after tonight.”
“What’s tonight?”
“I’ll let you know when I do.”
He kept his word — called me mere moments after America’s first hero incinerated the woman he claimed to have once loved in a flash of radioactivity.
Now, these two hypermasculine assholes are half in the bag and toe-to-toe in the middle of a cheap ass motel room, arguing about who can make me come faster/harder/longer. How I got into this particular situation is simple; waiting for intel in a non-air-conditioned room, got bored, hair up, whiskey, poker, sweat, partial nudity.
What’re you gonna do?
“Show me, then, you limey cock. She’s right fucking there.” Soldier Boy motions to me before pausing his challenge to an x-rated duel long enough to drag his hot gaze across my damp, salty skin and down over my semi-clothed form. “Or do you need me to show you what a real man can do.”
Each of their gazes are dark in their own way. Butcher’s is nothing but devilish chaos backed by a dramatic, velvet curtain hiding the truth, and Soldier Boy’s is full of secrets, barely repressed rage, and hunger.
“She already knows I’m good fer it. Don’tcha, love?” Butcher smirks.
I draw a deep breath then casually shrug my shoulders. I happen to know from experience that Butcher is very good for it and judging by the non-V-generated power rolling off the superhero, I could be making this much harder on myself than I need to.
That said, I have an unfortunate weakness for big, shit-talking, beautiful men. It’s even better when they’re absolute pricks and no danger of taking them home to mama.
Butcher looks slightly crestfallen until I toss him a mock-pout and a wink. This is always what we do, anyway. We stay on the outside and keep our distance. Come to think of it, I probably have an equally dramatic curtain behind my own eyes. I suppose I should examine that sometime. After the mind-blowing fuck session I’m about to have.
The supe chuckles as he turns to saunter toward me. “We can take turns, give her a little score card,” he says, coming to a stop in front of me.
I’m sitting on the foot of the bed, leaning back on my elbows, legs crossed like I’m fucking demure. He smirks down at me with hard, dark eyes as he slides a hand between his legs to cup himself over the stiff material of his suit pants.
“You look a little mean,” I tell him, and his smirk spreads to a grin that doesn’t meet his eyes.
“You like that.” He licks his teeth before pulling his bottom lip between them. “Wet as a whore on payday sittin’ in this filthy motel room with me and him, huh.”
Butcher appears behind him, looming, his thin, damp beater clings to his skin in a pleasing way.
I suppose I should be concerned for my well-being, but mostly, I’m wet just like Soldier Boy said. So I let myself go until I’m on my back, uncross my legs and drop my bare feet to either side of his boots.
When Butcher moves from beyond him, Soldier Boy extends an arm to halt him. “Rules,” he grunts. “I’m in charge. Anything goes unless someone safewords. Crimson is the word.”
Butcher chuckles at that. “We’re not looking to be deep-fried in here if that name sets you off.”
“Fuck you. Get her panties off.” The supe crosses the room, removing his undershirt and boots.
Butcher kneels at my feet and lifts them to the mattress, so I follow his lead and cant my hips to give him access to my underwear. He looks up at me. “Y’sure ‘bout this?” he asks warily, as he drags the ruined cotton over my hips and knees, and I nod.
Butcher can actually be thoughtful on occasion. But we had an agreement.
“Safeword. Did you not hear that part?” Soldier Boy struts back to the bed, stroking his already hard cock.
“Jesus,” I breathe, and the fucker smirks again.
America’s first hero, for all his terribly deep and disturbing flaws, is easily the most gorgeous man I have ever seen naked. My mouth waters at the sight of his thick, heavy-looking cock, slipping through his meaty hand.
“USDA prime, sugar, and you got the best seat in the house.” He nudges Butcher out of the way much more gently than I would have expected. “So sit up and open your fucking mouth.”
Butcher peels his shirt off and shucks his pants to the floor before moving onto the bed as I obey the soldier’s uncompromising order. “She does like suckin’ cock, mouth like a fucken whirlpool.” Butcher settles behind me and brushes his lips across my exposed neck.
I swallow the drool in my mouth and reach for the beautiful bounty in front of me, and Soldier Boy shakes his head.
“Get her arms,” he tells Butcher, holding my eyes with his.
Butcher obliges, looping one forearm through my elbows behind my back and pressing me forward as his free hand works its way between my legs. “So wet already, love.”
“You know how long it’s been since I’ve had access to a warm, wet mouth?” The recently escaped man’s brow is furrowed, and his eyes lose their sharp focus as he slides his fingers into the twisted mess of a bun at the back of my head, angling my face the way he wants it. “And this mouth.”
He grips my chin with his other hand, and I let my jaw drop open. “This fucking mouth,” he mutters.
I close my eyes as his hot, salty cock slides over my tongue. He slides his hand from my chin to the other side of my head to mirror his other, holding me in place as he sets a rhythm.
“Good?” Butcher whispers, and I hum an affirmation. He’s sliding one long, thick finger around my clit so gently and thoroughly that I’m right at the edge of falling.
“Relax,” Soldier Boy grunts, swiping his thumbs over my hollowed cheeks. “I don’t need you choking out so soon.”
It’s hard to relax when I’ve got the fat cock of a superhero bumping against my uvula, and the thick knuckles of a thug slipping around my cunt. I’m hot and overstimulated and I’m about to come undone.
“‘Member that night in Chelsea? At your sister’s flat?” Butcher murmurs in my ear, sliding his slippery hand up under my tank top as he looks up at the other man. “Let’s get ‘er on ‘er back, mate.”
“Making it easy on her,” Soldier Boy scoffs as he pulls out of my mouth to spin and drag me to the side of the bed. He dips in for a punishing kiss with teeth and tongue before pushing me down to hang my head over the side of the bed. “She doesn’t get to come ‘til I do, and neither do you.”
Butcher nods with that edged grin as he slowly works his way between my thighs. “Well, ain’t that shite, sweetheart?” He settles his bare chest to the bed and shoves my legs open wide. “We got us a multiple-orgasmer ‘ere, wif little to no self-control.”
Soldier Boy chuckles as he straddles my face and reaches to tear my top in half.
“Fucker,” I swear at Butcher.
“Well, you better get some control quick because I don’t like to be disappointed.” He grips one of my breasts tight and mouths at the other, mumbling orders around my flesh. “Put me back in your mouth.”
I relax my throat and take a deep breath as I wrap one hand around his hard cock. My heart pounds in my chest and I moan, tasting him again. He’s so heavy and smooth. Did he get waxed between international imprisonment and mass murder?
Whatever.
He doesn’t waste a second working his way down my open throat. Butcher’s doing that thing he does with his tongue that makes me come every time within seconds. It takes me three deep inhales through my nose and concentrating on the feel of the gorgeous dick snaking my esophagus to realize that Butcher, a classic switch, wants to see how a man like Soldier Boy handles being defied.
Butcher also knows that I love being punished.
So I let go. I throw my arms wide and arch into Soldier Boy’s teeth and rough fingers on my nipples. I grind into Butcher’s face and feel his chuckle rumbling in my core.
Butcher grips my hips and bears down.
“You son of a bitch...” the supe breathes a lush sneer, his breath over my wet flesh making me shiver as his fucking into my throat makes me gag. “You want her to come, don’t you? Want the slut to get what she deserves?”
I cup his balls and push my face up into his groin, making him rasp and pin both my wrists to the bed. He takes one nipple between his plump lips again and tongues the tip as he slows his drive into my mouth and swirls his tongue around that nipple then the other.
“Hmm, changed my mind,” he says thoughtfully as he stands and pulls out of my mouth. “Let’s make her come. Over and over. Make her come ‘til she’s fucking unconscious.”
His grin is dark and cruel as he strokes himself with one hand and reaches for my already sensitive breasts with the other.
Butcher lifts his face from between my legs, his beard shiny with my slick, and grins wide as he hooks two fingers up inside me and drops a heavy hand over my mound. “Sounds like a deal, mate.”
Part II
More Soldier Boy and/or Butcher
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#butcher x reader x soldier boy#soldier boy x reader#butcher x reader#soldier boy smut#ButcherBoy smut
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What's a fandom you've always wanted to write for but haven't yet? Last song that HAD to be a fic? Favorite term of endearment to use when writing Dean?
Oooooh, hmm, I have ideas for Ted Lasso that I hope to write. I also have ideas for The Queens Gambit and Star Wars, but I doubt I’ll ever write those. And I have a distinct feeling that I will very likely end up writing for American Gigolo once it’s out lollll
Last song that had to be a fic… probably Territorial Pissing for ButcherBoy.
Terms of endearment for Dean are always contingent on the mood and the tone, but I probably use princess more than anything for him.
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socials lol
Spotify: [here]
Pinterest: [here]
Steam: [here]
discord is in intro but i may as well also add it here: .butcherboy. + any of u pokémon go players 😭 0676 8552 0125 i’ll send u gifts (sometimes) LOL 
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Bucher Boy, de Patrick McCabe. Indicado pelo @lucasthemaia . @darksidebooks . Neste romance, o escritor irlandês Patrick McCabe nos oferece uma reflexão sobre o poder insidioso do ambiente na construção da ética infantil. Submetido à uma situação opressiva devido a sua classe social, sua condição familiar e sua religião, o jovem Francie prova que as crianças, definitivamente, não ficam imunes ao mundo no qual estão inseridas. Assim como clássicos sobre a maldade infantil O Senhor das Moscas, de William Golding, Menina Má , de William March, e Fábrica de Vespas , de Iain Banks, Butcher Boy: Infância Sangrenta nos leva para um universo onde a crueldade e a sociopatia não são prerrogativas dos adultos. Com poderosa reconstrução de época, aliadas a uma prosa que emula o sotaque do personagem, Butcher Boy é um livro pungente, sangrento, divertido e aterrador. Ele nos lembra que os sonhos de infância também podem ser pesadelos aterrorizantes. Como sabemos, os verdadeiros demônios moram dentro de nós.#butcherboy (em Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRVDsdWHpL2/?utm_medium=tumblr
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FLAGS LIST
🥊 GENDERS
ANIMAL ; thingmutt , traumamutt , minecraftbattic , batfreak , pigfreak , pigbitch , muttfreak , taxidermbatial
HORROR ; scenegirlvampial/sceneboyvampial , ghostfaceplushic/mimyersplushic , werebatthing , woundbeartrapic , jigsawpigapprentic , deaditechainsawic , faithgoric , jigsawpigplushic
BOY/GIRL ; boymutt/girlmutt , werebatboy/werebatgirl , holyboy/holygirl , dirtbagteenboy/dirtbagteengirl , stinkboy/stinkgirl , goreboy/goregirl , frankenboy/frankengirl , weaponboy/weapongirl , butcherboy/butchergirl , roachboy/roachgirl , psychoboy/psychogirl , autocanniboy/autocannigirl
OTHER ; dirtbagteenic , rockstarscientist/kaijuscientist , boygirlvillain , transsexual man/woman , falseprophetic , unholyprophetic , firstrulequotic , tylersgonequotic , fathersbailquotic
🥊 ORIENTATIONS
LESBIAN ; man eating lesbian , reverse beartrap lesbian , mutt lesbian , doomed-by-the-narrative lesbian , mutt butch/mutt femme , mutt futch , soapshipping lesbian
GAY ; man eating gay , bipolar gay , doomed-by-the-narrative gay , bat (twink) , mean twink , werewolf fag , horror fag , evil twink , mutt fag , dogboy twink/puppyboy twink , bat fag , pathetic twink , faggot transsexual , twink transsexual , evil fag , pretty twink , soapshipping gay
BISEXUAL ; girl-crazy bi/boy-crazy bi
ID4ID ; riddler4batman/batman4riddler , bat4bat , joker4batman/batman4joker , superman4batman/batman4superman
🥊 GENDER SYSTEMS
GENDERLABRAT ; boylabrat/girllabrat , experimentlabrat , scientistlabrat , subjectlabrat , vamplabrat , deadlabrat
GENDERHAUNTED ; priesthaunted
🥊 OTHER
BPD ; jekhydebpd , lycanbpd
BIPOLAR ; bipolar gay
NEOAGABS ; assigned freak at birth , assigned riddle at birth , assigned lycan at birth , assigned enigma at birth
ALTERHUMAN ; transspecies raccoon , transspecies bat , transspecies werebat , transspecies weremutt , vigilante archetrope , unreliable narrator archetrope , gotham rogue archetrope , mad scientist archetrope , loser protagonist archetrope , false prophet archetrope , jigsaw apprentice archetrope , hunt/hunt avatar kin , miscechiropter , pack dynamics , colony dynamics
PLURAL ; slasher system , horror system
#mogai#mogai flag#xenogender#flag coining#mogai coining#mogai term#mogai gender#xeno coining#liom coining#liom gender#liom term
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And into the brine you go. #ButcherBoy #Chops (at Haverhill, Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt9U3ChBy3iKcymD51BhUyzut2oPsAFP3AG0xE0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1mllvq9ddr0e
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SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME THEY SHIP BILLY BUTCHER AND SOLDIER BOY????
I KNOW, IT'S A LITTLE ODD?? BUT PEOPLE SHIP BILLY AND HUGHIE AND THAT'S KINDA FUCKING WACKY 😰 THEY HAVE A BROTHERLY RELATIONSHIP
HOW COULD BEN AND BILLY BE SO OUT OF THE ORDINARY WHY AREN'T PEOPLE THINKING ABOUT THIS I'M LOSING MY MIND
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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.
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V
Characters: Soldier Boy x unnamed female character/female reader (1st person POV) x William Butcher
Tags/warnings: explicit, 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
Author’s notes: Thank you to @brrose-apothecary the best beta and one of the best friends I’ve ever had. I love you, sis.
For @glassjacket
Gonzo journalism is an energetic first-person participatory writing style of journalism that is written without claims of objectivity, often including the reporter as part of the story using the first-person narrative, and it draws its power from a combination of social critique and self-satire. The word gonzo is believed to have been first used in 1970 to describe an article about the Kentucky Derby by Hunter S. Thompson, who popularized the style.
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