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jouste · 20 days
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The Bootcher! Slicer of spiritual sashimi, the Bootcher! Able to size-up the ethereal realm and render them into ribeye, this morbid meat maker can mulch the morose into filling fillets! The tragedy being that once you are broken down as a ghost, it's all over.
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longreads · 2 months
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Fresh Meat
"The resistance to women in butchery goes further: we associate butchery with blood and gore, and dealing with blood and gore is not a place for a woman.”
Regular #longreads food writer Olivia Potts is back! Explore how women are breaking into the male-dominated world of butchery in our new feature.
Blood, craft, and sexism. Read it here. 
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cuties-in-codices · 5 months
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some 15th century occupations: chainmail-maker, bridle-maker, clerk, tailor, spice dealer, butcher, cutler, bird-catcher
from the "hausbuch der mendelschen zwölfbrüderstiftung", vol. 1, nuremberg (bavaria), 1426-1549
source: Nuremberg, Stadtbibliothek, Amb. 317.2°, fol. 10r, 14r, 62r, 67r, 75r, 83v, 95v, and 99r
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intercrusher · 5 months
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willing victim, wet clay.
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raz-writes-the-thing · 5 months
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Something New (The Boys Drabble)
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Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open
Summary: Slapping Billy doesn't go the way you think it would.
CW: slapping, rough sex, name calling
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It wasn't necessarily an accident, but it wasn't on purpose either. Billy had been up in your face for the last twenty minutes telling you what a filthy whore you were for him with his dick buried balls-deep in your cunt. He was that mean kind of dominant that you lived for deep down— your best well-kept secret. 
But he was getting a little too mean, a little too cocky, and you'd slapped him. Not hard, mind you. Just a little wake-up call to snap him out of it. And the look he'd given you? Sent chills of pleasure down your spine. He stopped thrusting to look at you, a wide, massive predatory grin spreading over his features. 
"That's how you want to play, eh, love?" Punctuated with a brutal thrust right into your g-spot. "You slap like a girl. Do it again. Harder."
Your hitched breath had given way to a yelp at that hard thrust, and that cocky glint in his eye had you clenching around him tight. You slapped him again, a little harder this time. Billy shook his head and tutted comically with his tongue. 
“You call tha’ a slap, do y’ah? Pathetic.” 
You grunted with frustration, but the harsh slap to your clit that he gave you stopped that right in its tracks. You slapped him once more, hard. He groaned, eyelids fluttering with pleasure.
“That’s more fucking like it, love,” he growled, gripping you by the hips and slamming inside you over and over, not caring about the way your entire body began to shake with the pleasure of your oncoming orgasm. 
“Once more love, eh? One more and you can fucking cum like the pathetic little whore you are,” he grunted, panting and fucking himself into you so harshly you were worried about bruising on your lips. Not that you could really think about the ramifications of that behind the fuckdumb haze clouding your thoughts. 
Between your pants and mewls of pleasure, you managed to land one more hard slap to his cheek and Billy snapped, surging forward to bite down on the join between your neck and shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood. 
His hips jack-hammered against your cunt and between the relentless stimulation of your g-spot and the bite on your shoulder, you came. Roiling waves of pleasure made you scream out his name, your body jerking like a pornstar possessed. 
You couldn’t control the way you moaned and jerked against him, and when he finally pulled his teeth off your shoulder, his eyes were practically black with desire. 
“My little fuckslut, eh? Yeah, tha’s right. You know what you are,” he grunted, pressing a hand down on your chest as he got closer to his own orgasm. “Been fucked absolutely fucking dumb, haven’t you?” 
You nodded mindlessly, overstimulation starting to set in. 
And then he finally came, his chest rumbling as he fucked his cum into you. His head rolled back with pleasure as he finally let go, and the way his fingers squeezed against your chest had you grunting too. 
Fuck, you think you’ve discovered something new about yourself today. 
And possibly something new about Billy, too.
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roroorecmoo · 1 year
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tomboxed · 6 months
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the world would be perfect if there was 300x more butchie in it
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dukesnukes · 9 days
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SOME KILLARS!!!!!!!!!! JASON AND A NEW LAD NAMED BRONSON OR BUTCHER.....
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kcokaine · 8 months
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H*melander is such a stupid rotten bitch for killing literally the only person on his team who remotely liked him such a fucking dumbass for having a shit father and he knows Black Noir is a rule follower and if they said don’t tell him then he’s not gonna tell him so just fucking gut punch him for being who he is which is simply a good employee oh shit wow this is totally unexpected im so happy Soldier Boy called him a weak pussy to his face
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snippit-crickit · 2 years
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ok guys i finished watching the boys i dont get why its so hard to kill homelander you can simply cyberbully him and hell get a stroke and die
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fuckingpajamas · 7 months
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marusketch · 4 months
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Sequel to my original ominous elf butcher drawing that nobody asked for.
He doesn't get paid to say strange and unsettling things, he just does that.
Also no respect for food safety in this one, didn't even put his hair up. Smh.
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intercrusher · 5 months
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god butcher
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Little Kreature (The Boys Drabble)
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Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader (only indicator for gender is the phrase 'atta girl') / requests are open
Summary: The mission goes well and Butcher's found a surprise for you.
Fic type: fluff (gore mentions).
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"Oi, love," you hear Butcher call from the other end of the hall. "Come take a look at this, eh?"
You roll your eyes but do as you're told, wandering down the hallway, streaking your fingers along the walls and trailing them through the blood that was splattered up and down and all the way across the eggshell-white walls. Well, they were eggshell. Hmm. You think you like red better.
You reach Butcher, giving him the side-eye when he gives your ass a slap and an accompanying "atta girl."
"What, Butcher?"
He nods his head towards the opened door, and what you see when you look inside has your jaw dropping open in shock.
"Don't you say I do 'nuffin for y'ah," he groused, checking down the hallway to make sure no more guards were coming up the stairs.
It's almost startling, seeing the spotless room when you've just waded through the guts of about twelve people splattered across every surface you could lay your eyes on. Yeah, you were the one who gutted them all, but still. What could you say? It was a gift.
But right there, sitting on the edge of the bed, was a puppy. A little speck of a thing, all soft-eared and floppy-skinned. He was precious, and the way Butcher was looking at you- you knew he'd already decided you could keep the thing.
"Oh, aren't you a precious little baby," you cooed, wiping the blood off your hands and onto your jeans before you reached out for the puppy to sniff your hand. His little head flopped to the side and you just about melted right then and there.
"Oh, Billy, look at him," you pouted, turning around and showing your boyfriend-cross-boss-cross-situationship the baby in your arms.
"Yeah, yeah, cute little cunt, ain't 'e?"
When you stood there content to coo at the thing for another however long, Butcher grunted, fingers shifting around the trigger on his handgun. He wanted to leave now that you'd taken out the Vought exec and her guards. Clearly, she was a fan of dogs. It almost made you feel a little guilty. Almost.
"Right love," Butcher said, deciding you'd both dicked around long enough. "Let's get this show on the road, eh? We don't want to be here when they send more supes to figure out what's happened. Grab y'er pup and let's boogie."
"Sir yes, sir," you replied with a flirtatious wink before making your way back through the blood-soaked home and out the door where MM and the others were waiting for you, guards and mission all but forgotten.
Now you only needed to pick a name for your little friend.
"How about Kreature?" You asked the pup as Frenchie opened the van door and ushered you inside, Butcher hot on your heels.
"Whatever you want, love," came Butcher's voice, assuming you'd been speaking to him.
Kreature it was, then.
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starfishdrawz · 1 year
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Hughie asking the real questions
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