#thcbvtcher

[peaksupe]

can i make this my new header

[marvinmilks]

"Hey, M.M.! We should definitely gang up on @thcbvtcher to show him who the real bosses are. What do you say?" 😏

' you know damn well he can't handle that. ' billy fucking butcher, the menace himself, smirk wiped from his face, brought down to his knees, annie's fingers tangled in his dark hair and his protests escaping in the form of a moan ? ⸻ a beat passes. gruff expression eases into a smirk, a glint in his eyes. who the hell is he to stand in the way of what annie january wants, anyway ? ' so when we doin' this ? '

[kaosuhyre]

for a moment, she wonders if she's supposed to be nervous. first dates are supposed to give you jitters, or something like that. but not for becca. not this time. something about billy fills her with ease. the south londoner hosting a warmth thats unique enough to fall into. she can't explain it. looks at him with a brilliant smile. "did you know that the spice girls were originally going to call themselves the spicy girls, until they found out thats the name of a porn site," she can't help it. feels safe in telling him anything. everything.

leans a little over the table, ignores the way people cast glances in her direction for saying something like that a little too loud in a public space. "the porn there is only so-so," playfulness in her tone. wonders what kinds of things he likes. wonders if he's the playful sort or not. wants there to be a second date and a third already. she's not sure why. maybe because he's handsome and the thought makes her giggle. maybe because of the accent. "what kind of music or porn do you like?" joking tone, trying to be cool so he wants another date too.

@thcbvtcher / first date starter call.

[starsupe]

@thcbvtcher: gets on his knees

RILING EACH OTHER UP BECAME THE NEW NORMAL. But something changed, didn't it? Every time he pushes her to the verge of wanting to blast him through the wall, there's another part in Annie rearing its nasty head when he talks. Congrats, Butcher, for waking it up! It doesn't want him gone, it wants him close enough to taste his cold-smoke breath. And he fucking knows it! She can see it in his eyes and hear it in the way his voice dips into this drawl as if his entire goal is to get her hot and bothered. Who is she kidding anymore? Yeah, nobody.

So now she just said that, anticipation tightening her throat when he obeys and sinks onto his knees ; the heat rushing to her ears and cheeks makes her want to explode on the spot.

The counter behind her is going to be a savior, given how her knees already turn into pudding as soon as Billy lays a hand on her. Even now, he can't shut up. Annie stares down at him pretending like none of his efforts at seduction faze her, although they both know he's already wrapped her around his finger. Dampness between her legs doesn't lie, nor her willingness to ditch those pants, or her bated breaths past slightly ajar lips. She dips all fingers of both hands into those black locks, gripping fistfuls, her hips rolling forward as soon as his breath flits over exposed skin.

"You're all talk, Butcher, as always." Teasing works better when it's not sighed. Any attempt at seeming still pissed off? Doomed to fail. "Put that filthy mouth-", 'to good use for once'. She doesn't get to finish. A gasp cuts her off. The sensation of his fingers barely brushing her slick folds by pulling the lace aside tightening her grip on his hair. Trembling, toes curling ; it couldn't be any more obvious that she's secretly wanted this for a long time.

His tongue gliding into her cunt kills every last shred of anger. She rolls her head back, eyes fluttering shut and her back arching, the moan escaping her a quiet whimper that ends in a stretched: "Fuuuck-" Oh no, he is good! Regret is for later.

One of her hands withdraws to land behind her on the counter with a slap, her weight melting into Billy's palms that fit perfectly around her ass. "Oh my- D-don't stop!" It should drop like an order, sounds like a plea. She dips her chin again to look at him, seeing his head between her legs sets off another surge of tingling heat. Anticipation. "Faster", travels on another panted breath. And she ensures to keep his head in place by that fistful of hair she won't release— to fuck his face, to clench around that tongue. Shut him up as god intended with every thrust forward of her hips.

[garglemyballsack]

"Oi, wha' yeh lookin' at ? if yeh want me t' fuck yeh all yeh gotta do is ask nicely." // please he's out to cause issues

@thcbvtcher || random inbox reply || SAUCY! (feel free to continue, being lazy atm.)

"was wondering if you realized your outfit looks like jimmy buffet skull fucked the matrix, downed a bottle of cheap whiskey and wound up popping you out." yes. he's seen the matrix. might've been on the stupid television inside that motel room they were holed up in. don't judge him. was better than that cable shit with weird commericals that made him want to pull his own fucking eyes out.

head rolls back to rest against the wall. eyes combing up and down the other man's frame with an interest that is veiled with nonchalance. can't blame him for tossing back enough attitude to keep the banter going. butcher's fun. annoying sometimes. outright infuriating at others. but fun? the brand that's hard to come by without it being so fucking nerve grating two minutes later that it forces the soldier to still his hand before he reaches in and rips someone's voice box out just to shut them the fuck up.

"...and if anyone's doing the fucking in this little partnership?" pointer finger presses against his own chest, then juts out towards butcher. sharkish smirk right after polishes off the innuendo perfectly before those lips wrap around the neck of a beer and finish what was left in one long swig.

[starsupe]

just so you know when i see your annie pop up on my screen i always read her replies and i sob cause your annie is so good ;-; i had to share this fyi

DELLA WHAT. You can't just randomly come here and turn me into complete mush?? Thank you so much, though! To be honest, Annie is the muse I picture in my head most vividly when I write replies for some reason. Maybe this is... it? Why you think so highly of me takey on the ladey? IDEK. But given that you write an absolutely bombastic Starlight, I'm in LOVE with her tbh, just like with your other barbies, it's actually an honor coming from you. Now lemme ugly sob in my corner!

[monstyrious]

@thcbvtcher liked for a one liner.

"if you hear me screaming? no you didn't. it's not an issue, it's a coping skill."

[monstyrious]

It doesn't show in the older man's rugged features just how shattered and lost he is, not when he's surrounded by those who need him to be strong. To be the one to say fuck it and dive headfirst into the issues of Vought and the flying cunt. He's the one who can cross lines and not give two fucks about it. Butcher has a swag to his step, carrying the weight of it all like it doesn't bother him, his head held high like he's untouchable. Scoffing when he's called out on his bullshit, doesn't let them know that his heart takes the beating, doesn't offer the apologies that are lodged in his throat. The look of disappointment in M.M.'s face, or the way Hughie and Dogmeat glance over at him. The heavy sigh doesn't come. The clenching of his chest doesn't come until he's alone with her. Through the loss of Becca, through the attempts of being a father figure to Ryan, even if he's failing miserably.

By his side has always been Nelly, his untamed dragon, the one to keep him from losing himself completely in the wreckage. The sound of his heavy boots approaching her, unspoken words, when his stormy hues, filled with sorrow, lock with her own. Falling to his knees before her is not uncommon between them, but the mood is different. "I need you." Always does. Always will. He isn't afraid to open himself up to her, confess to Nelly that her touch is his saving grace as he lays his head down against her lap. Butcher's eyes close as he circles his strong arms around her waist; his breathing slows, relaxed now that he has found his sanctuary. Nuzzling his face deeper into her lap, as if he could drown in her warmth. And he wishes he could.

where others see the hardass - the man that brushes the weight of the world off his shoulders without so much as a fuck you -, the drake sees more. she sees the way his weathered visage gains another line every time someone turns their ire on him without realizing that he has to be this way. circumstance, loss, the need the world has for someone to be almost hated as much as homelander and vought combined if only for the sake of a better tomorrow... and william has taken it on. without complaint. without openly feeling sorry for himself the way she's watched some of the others that only carry half the burden.

whatever she is able, she will shoulder for him, though not with the nuisance of cracking his pride or appearance by offering it in front of others. it's instead in the moments like this, where he comes to her as she tries to find something worth spilling her time into, though nothing fills the void quite like having someone rely on her had. becca, ryan... they didn't need her, really, but it was something she could fool herself into believing, until they were both gone.

as william lays his head in her lap, nelrathe's legs close to offer a pedestal for him, lower limbs tilted to the side to give him the chance to be closer. fingers that have only just started to gain back their clawlike status graze through his hair, the gray strands that hide amid the brush noted, but unspoken. his arms wrap her waist, and she sets aside the book entirely now, welcoming him wholly into herself.

if she could take him into her body, protect him from the fate the humans' god has thrust upon him, she would. without hesitation.

all she can offer instead, is a distraction.

"have i ever told you how becca and i met?" a faint smile, sorrowful still, and she's grazing his scalp lightly as she looks down at him.