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he steps over the piles of laundry that cover the floor towards the first item that catches his interest— the dresser. one drawer after another he goes through his clothes. pants, shirts, more shirts, underwear.
he stares at the boxers a bit longer than appropriate, wetting his suddenly dry lips. he mentally slaps himself and the drawer shut before any stupid ideas can form.
or; homelander likes william's smell a bit too much.
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Homelander has been visiting Butcher's apartment at night just to watch him talk about the supe in his sleep. When he finds Butcher's balcony left unlocked, Homelander takes it as an invitation into Butcher's bed. Whether Butcher is awake or not isn't something he's concerned about.
Mind the tags! Butcher's into it but thats cuz these two are degens.
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He’d just finished his lunch at Kanrai when some mad scientist stopped him in the street, asking for help with a new prototype he’d just completed.
He hadn’t been interested to be honest, but the stranger had begged, stating that he needed someone fit and strong for the experiment.
He had been flattered, it wasn’t often he got any recognition for the hard word he put into maintaining his physique, so he ended up accepting the task.
He should’ve known something would go wrong.He’d have to find a silver lining somehow.
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While the subject, John, has a good awareness of the theory, he has been struggling with the actual copulation process. Previously, he has been provided with several female professionals. However, he has not been able to maintain an erection during these sessions. That has caused frustration for the subject which has ultimately led to several lethal outcomes.
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Enter Billy Butcher, a two-dime rent boy no one's gonna miss if things go bad as Vought labs' favorite subject learns how to fuck.
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It all started with something the barman said, that wound its way around Billy Butcher's brain like a weed: “Have you tried fucking him? Maybe that would calm him down.”
And that is how he found himself, drunk off his arse, standing outside of Vought Tower at 3AM, cat-calling Homelander.
“Homelander...pspspsps, come ‘ere sweetheart,” Billy cooed at the sky. “Be a good boy and come to daddy...”
It was a great idea. He was sure of it.