I could NOT get this version of Butch out of my head so I had to write him down. Here's a take on the Butch we've come to love and sometimes can't stand (but sometimes can't get enough of, either). I blame sbj's fic...you know the one. Enjoy!
Most people wouldn't describe the Toughest Fighter as graceful or poised, but that's because they're not watching her like I do. When you spend every moment with someone, you notice how they breathe, how they feel, how they interact with the physicality of their world, and by day, Buttercup is power incarnate. She surges through each mission without misstep, and every swipe of her arm, twist of her frame, curl of her fingers is executed with such surety and precision that it's impossible to believe her when she says each motion is a matter of chance. That's just how she moves, she says, but doesn't she realize that level of physical mastery is a power, too?
By night she has the force of a quiet, building storm, exuding an intensity so tangible you can nearly see it crackling in her aura as she moves through the city, our block, our bedroom. It ripples off her in waves that are both captivating and terrifying—a perfect Yin and Yang. When we fight, she is the crashing wave that sinks ships, the whipping wind that destroys cities. The embodiment of ferocity, Buttercup is the fire that consumes, and somehow, I am the only being who can stand in her way. We meet blow for blow, and I watch her intently, unable to break my gaze as she becomes light, transcending to the ethereal in a flash of blinding green.
And when we're in bed, oh yes when I'm fucking her at that punishing pace, she is the siren that sends me to my bliss and my demise. Each gasp and moan and wonderous cry is a song that lulls me into oblivion, and I can't help but stare at the woman who was made for me, the woman who clutches and trembles against me as she's shouting my name. No matter if she's on her back, on her face, on her knees for me, taking every inch of my cock as I thrust into her dripping wetness, she's always in control because I love watching her squirm and writhe and move. It's divine when she comes—the way she dances beneath me in pleasure-and when I bring tears to her eyes, it's all I can do to fuck her harder, longer until her mind goes blank and all she can feel is me.
I love watching her move because she doesn't realize how graceful, how powerful, how beautiful she truly is.
And lucky for me—she's all fucking mine.
Lol we all know Butch's two brain cells wouldn't be able to come up with this many words, but it's a nice thought! He'd probably be singing, "I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave, but I keep her running back and forth-SOCCER TEAM" or thinking like "Green girl, big muscles, super hot, WOW." To which I say same, Butch. Same. Lmao, hope y'all liked it!