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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.
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Take Your Shirt Off (And Spin It Around) by b0ngo
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
06 Apr 2026
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Ilya shook his head, glancing around the yard to make sure no one was watching. They would surely stick out like a sore thumb together.
“For someone that thinks they have me figured out, you are oblivious.” Ilya’s voice softened. He reached up, this time grabbing Shane by the shoulder and gazing deep into his eyes. His fingers toyed with the collar of Shane’s band tee.
Realization dawned upon Shane’s doe-like features, “What do you want then?” His voice lowered to a whisper
“If you come back with me to my room, I can show you.” Ilya could not tear his eyes away from the glint of Shane’s lip ring, it called to him, begging to be bitten.
Shane looked up at him through thick lashes for a moment, regarding his words. Then, unexpectedly, he began to cackle. A deep belly laugh, a smile so big that Ilya didn’t even realize was possible for the moody boy to produce.
He had made a huge mistake. Completely misread Shane’s wandering glances. "In your fucking dreams, Rozanov.”
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Or, Ilya is a douchebag frat president and Shane is the hot brooding emo boy that finally puts him in his place.
(Featuring Ilya "I get so gay off that tequila" Rozanov)