#i love bratty bottom homie but i had a craving for bottom butcher soemthing about seeing a gruff asshole turn to puddy over dick just... ah

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Of the Same Poisonous Ilk. Ch. 3

A Homelander fanfiction

A/N: It was a Sazerac Straight Rye whiskey bottle. Additional chapter specific tags: sissyfication, bottom Butcher and exhibitionism. Long chapter-- Previous chapter:

R18+ all tags for this fic: violence, gore, smut, selfcest, butchlander, homewell, discussion of sexualization of minors, child abuse, Femlander, multiverse shenanigangs, canon divergent, darkfic, 3some and Bi lander. (all tags used for this story)

Chapter three

Crumbling beneath him, gasping, wriggling, each exhausted moan frying his vocal chords, William can’t do anything but chew at his fingers, trying to queit his crescendo, each thrust driving him to the edge of insanity as his prostate is abused over and over.

Drool dripping uncontrollably as slim fingers forced his jaw open, using his skull like reigns as the man’s muscular body slams itself behind him, each trust rougher and deeper feeling his prostate burn with forbidden pleasure, his hips slapping back against John's– behind the tears and pleads for mercy both knew William wouldn’t let him stop, egging him to keep trusting, crying for his manhood to delve deeper and force shameful noises out of him, his hole sore and swollen, his knees giving up but the blonde will kept him still, a crooked smile slide into John's face– his William was built for this.

To be reduced to nothing but a cocksleeve, shivering and groaning like a cheap whore as he took his owner’s cock, he craved him relentlessly, able to end this at any point but William took gracefully, needing John’s strong arms to hold him and contain him, to make him feel like a real man, his mind hazy as his prostate was smashed to bits, the pink tails of the toys shoved inside him pushed further and further inside almsot entering dangerous territory, William’s hand trying to hold himself still while the other tried to pleasure his trapped member, the cage so tight it was genuinely painful.

John was trying to make William understand he was his woman– so he didn’t need his worthless dick. Sadly for the blonde this pretty girl hadn’t been trained or broken before he got him, so he had to teach him that all cute girls cum only from their pussies, giving as many lessons as his princess needed to understand.

Homelander had no excuse, left alone in the Seven’s boardroom soon after the meeting had been cut short, he was handed his Eve’s phone, he had spend hours swiping thru photos, whole albums of just lingerie shots, she took exorbitant amounts of selfies but there were no friends, just famous fans and coworkers– learning what her world’s Maeve looked had been funny, King Agis was his name based on her contacts and some promotional material she had saved. Agis was a good looking redhead, tall, brutish looking lacking all of Maeve’s charms. It was cute but he moved on from that.

As he delved deeper and the sun began to set behind him, Homelander found a strange thumbnail. 

He listened around knowing most people had headed home, Joan was being handled by Ashley and Edgar, she had agreed to sit down for a chat about things that mattered little to Homelander, so he relaxed a bit– the image took him by surprise making his stomach churn, yet it made him exceedingly curious in a twisted way, with malice in his heart he fantasized with harassing Butcher with it, clicking it: It began with Butcher’s shameful display, his suit tossed on the ground implying he had been wearing this ensemble this whole time, his muscular body framed divinely beneath a pale pink flowery lingerie set, a dark pink bow hiding his bellybutton, beneath the draped excess fabric of the crotchless panty something modestly hid underneath, something sparkly and silver– his hairy chest bouncing as he stared at the camera, Homelander saw his reflection come into the frame, reaching after the man, holding his face tenderly, smearing some of that pale rose lipgloss with his thumb.

“Since when is my sweet princess shy?” He spoke softly, his hand traveling from his face into his shoulders sliding down until he took William’s hands, bringing them to his face delivering a flutter of kisses until his princess couldn't help but giggle– You want to have fun with Daddy, no?”

He nodded.

“Now why don’t we show the audience just how sweet you are, Will.” He kissed him, hungrily, passionately forcing moans and whimpers effortlessly out of William, the other man’s hands clinging to him– my sweet girl… just for me.”

“I love you” he breathlessly whispered.

“Oh Will… my princess” He kisses him sweetly– my dear.”

William followed his steps as the shorter man dropped into the bed, without coaxing or instruction, Butcher dropped into his knees, his pantyhoses stretching, groaning loudly as John’s hands stroke his hair, his body chasing tender loves, the camera followed the pair in the boring bedroom-- nothing but a couple dresses, a full length mirror and side tables on the expensive leather framed queen size bed.

Catching Joan’s reflection, Homelander began to form opinions of her person, her expression detached, wearing a large t-shirt and sweats, as if she had no intention to join.

Homelander felt his heart racing, lowering the volume on the device as he saw his own penis swallowed whole, taking it right to the base, eyes glued on the other man, bobbing his head hungrily, dripping drool and pre-cum down the thick shaft, Butcher sucked like a pro, he was well trained– Homelander was poisoned, he couldn’t take his eyes off, seeing the man reduced to nothing but a frenzied whore after him proved addictive, to watch him humiliated, crying and pleading for mercy after each violent gag, glad to see that he could take so much.

Homelander could see William slithering away, crying that it was too much, yet submitting to him, to see that smarmy bastard crying out for him knowing he would be his only relief from this torturous pleasure, to see his tacky shirt ripped open and soaked in musk and sweat as Homelander’s body smothered him, forcing him to plead for his trust to grind on that sweet spot – Homelander froze, his eyes opened painfully wide as he caught his own thoughts and hand.

His chest thumped, staring vacantly until strange sounds caught his attention, feeling his entire body boiling beneath the suit.

 His face dazed and glazed, his mouth moving on instinct as his exploited pussy was left alone just for John to cum on his pretty face, his tongue chasing after white ambrosia.

“There you go Princess… ahh… don’t waste a single drop.” he said, heaving, spitting sharp hissed as he quickly pumped his seed into Butcher’s lips, forcing them open as his tongue craved to clean him– that’s my sweet girl, always so good to Daddy.”

Butcher whined as the cock parted his lips, his eyes half-asleep and his brain fried, John brushed his cock against the light stubble on his cheek, enjoying the soft prickling.

“Are you going to leave his dick like that?” Joan had finally made a sound, she had whispered into John’s ear– "can't end without the money shot.”

“I guess my princess, deserves a good treat– do you want Daddy to make your boy clit feel good too”

He nodded sheepishly.

“Use your words” his voice lost its sweetness, it was firm taking Butcher’s face– or you forgot your manners?”

“No, Daddy…” He blushed so hard his skin was blotchy with pink– please… Please touch my cock!” he could almost cry, the pleasure and pain unbearable, his hips twitching underneath John– please Daddy!”

“What cock?” His hand travels lower pulling at the metal cage, feeling the member pulse beneath.

“Daddy… please…” he cried, twisting and writhing at his touch– please… hic… please touch my boy clit” He was sobbing yet smiling weakly, unable to believe he was saying such humiliating things smearing that pale lipgloss further down his cheeks as he covered his face in shame– please!”

“Good job princess” he sounded as if he was trying not to mock him, dismounting him, he placed himself in between his legs, tugging at the metal lock– take it off for me, sweetheart.” His voice molasses for the mic.

Homelander mouth was drowning, his cheeks so red, a strange tightness builds in his pants, he mindlessly stroke at his engorged member, trying to soothe himself, as he saw his mirror image, chuckle as the other man ripped the cage and make a hole on the wall, slapping John with his large throbbing cock.

Homelander couldn’t handle it, slapping the phone onto the table as his own lips placed a cheeky kiss on the long twitching clit.

The sounds obscene, whatever his mouth was doing it did it loudly and deep.

“I Love you, John!” The voice hoarsely cried– I love you…” Sounds muffled under his palm.

“Will… my Will…I don’t think I can live without you anymore…” His voice replied.

The men kissed passionately, as Butcher clung to him his lipgloss smearing into John’s face, his lips cleaning his tears as the man experienced a little bit of death as he rode the end of his orgasm. 

Why did he watch it? He was hyperventilating as the sounds played around him.

Why was his cock hurting?

He took the phone back pressing the back button, he would leave the others fake Homelander as tomorrow’s homework, he looked for anything to calm himself to wash away that strange satiated look on the last frame of that cursed video, she had so many pictures of herself– there had to be something he could work with! Anything to wash whatever the fuck was wrong with him, but he had terrible luck.

One cover finally got his attention.

A woman seen from a building away, the camera followed the figure as she moved in her apartment, throwing her jeans down one door and unbuttoning her shirt, the woman headed into her kitchen limping as she took a bottle of whiskey, heading straight for the couch, he skipped forward, Joan had stayed in place for almost forty minutes watching this woman as she passed out in from of the TV, flying slow and steady towards the apartment, sliding the patio door open, hovering to make sure her boots didn’t dare to squeak, the camera explored the sleeping woman’s face, a lip busted and a ugly bruise scratched her cheek, her hair long, messy and black just cascading down her shoulders.

“William…?” Homelander muttered.

She was scruffy but pretty, she was a mature woman whom time had been more than kind. Muscular and visibly taller than Joan based on how much of the couch she filled, her abs highlighted by the TV light, her breast tight behind an ill-fitting sports bra, and a little pale– Joan placed the phone on the coffee table, floating atop the couch’s back waving at the camera.

Homelander raised his eyebrow as he saw it unfold.

Expecting a head to be lop off, bones cracked and limbs wrung, anything bloody but instead there to witness the kinks of an exhibitionist. Her tongue licking and spitting into the mouth of her Butcher’s bottle, not even stopping as her tongue cease fellating the glass and dangerously tickled the skin of Billie’s knuckles, the woman briefly made a sound leaving the other to freeze, with every heart stopping second her smile grew wider as the woman refused to wake up, achingly slow she adjusted the bottle tucking it into her elbow while another hand held the shape, unbeknown to Homelander this Butcher hadn’t slept or eating much for three days, just running quite a lot during the long weekend, her exhaustion already leaving her delirious, and all thanks to Ms. Homelander.

Homelander mouth dropped as the woman tucked her cape into her belt, thanking the gods she could hover, shoving one of her gloves into her mouth to muffle her salacious moans as she fucked herself on Butcher’s bottle, her puffy lips just parting wide enough to welcome the hard neck, she stroke her clit lightly as she adjusted her body, flicking her cunt and caressing her soft plump pussy— cumming so quickly it almost didn’t seem worth it… yet leaving trembling straight towards the ceiling, knowing how bad she was acting was beyond thrilling, her twitchy smile dropped the glove– clarity reaching her brain as she caught the glove mid-air.

Floating off screen bringing wet and dry paper towels, making sure to thoroughly clean the bottle’s mouth and neck, giving it a sniff to make sure she had done a good job only turning around to the camera with two thumbs-up.

Planting a cheeky kiss on Butcher’s hair, making sure she wouldn’t wake up then leaving soon after.

Homelander’s cock was screaming, crying for relief and teasing the fabric, his whole body twitching as he squeezed, he took his member watching how swollen and wet he was, the fabric of his tights snuggly fit around his hips felt agonizing on his skin, Homelander went down searching for anything similar, there Joan was in some event backstage, hiding behind some boxes and cables flicking herself as some nobody delivered a speech, people could be seen walking behind her, but she kept drawing circles on her sopping cunt, hissing and moaning as she came silently, feeling light she reaches for her phone with a satiated gaze.

“Can’t miss my cue.” she says, fixing her hair.

Homelander pumped his cock, squeezing the tip with sharp fast pumps, leaning his head back as blood left his brain, the white light faded as his balls twitched underneath his hand, precum slick around his fingers, he groaned loudly spilling his thick seed onto marbled floors, he stared at his cum covered glove unable to do anything but cry and chuckle at his own nonsense.

He took the phone aching to delete the videos, but knowing doing so might make the girl upset.

He laughed to himself, knowing he was going to wash his hands red as he paid a visit to the nerds downstairs.

Starlight stared at Hughie for a very long time, disturbingly long enough for the lanky man to be left uncomfortable, she had barely eaten or touched her beer, just staring.

“Did something happen at work”

Annie had been replaying the events, minutes after Homelander cracked that tablet he had demanded a phone, Stan had further discussed Ashley’s alternative, Homelander humored it giving the go ahead for Isadora to sketch a couple ideas but to not get too attached, Ashley had already informed Reed and Lambert to come out with a decent story without giving them full details.

Dr. Park and company had headed to Homelander’s apartment where two heavily armed and padded guards awaited, both men didn’t react nor move, when Dr. Park had touched their shoulder did they notice what had taken place.

Both men’s neck had been cracked, the body limp yet standing, Maeve moved fast pulling the vest apart to reveal a metal rod impaled the guard’s chest, caving it so deep it swallowed his uniform into a black vortex.

The door creaked open and the woman welcomed them wearing only a bathrobe.

“I thought my closet was sparse but this guy…” she rolled her eyes with a stiff laugh, even the way she threw jokes and posed herself was the same as his– oh this… well…” she shrugs– Oh… you’re black” she stared at A-train– and cute…” she purred.

“Huh?” The man looked baffled and after Stormfront he was ready for another threat.

“Mine's asian” she says– actually there are so many black people here… my New York is mostly asians! Altho my San Fran has lots of asians…” She had a list of questions for Homelander brewing– I want to put this very clearly. There is nothing any of you can do to stop me from leaving this place, no amount of guards you can put to make me stay or threats because if you trap me here… well… you’re also trapped here with me, and I would love to find out just who would actually win between me and John, but unlike John I have no attachments to this place. So let me be the mature adult out of the two of us Stan… I’ll give you one chance to ask politely for my cooperation or otherwise I’ll rip every one of your cute imitations' spines and shove it up your arse.”

Her eyes lit up slightly.

“Joan…” Stan said– I–

“Homelander.” she barked.

Stan's lips stiffen, one was a headache, two was a brain tumor.

“Oh! Almost forgot!” She slammed the door shut, returning five seconds later with a tablet in her hands– say cheese!”

Hopes and dreams they didn’t even consider had been crushed five seconds in. 

Starlight looked at her boyfriend and signed, reaching for his hand and giving it a slight squeeze.

“I need to see Butcher, we have a… situation.” she bit her lip– is… is really bad”

Hughie knew his girlfriend hardly ever wanted to see Butcher, whatever this was must be major, but what got to him was how defeated she sounded, it took a quick phone call, Butcher and the rest of the team were getting ready to clock off for the evening, doing the finishing touches on a case regarding some C-Lister moonlighting as a pimp, Starlight had asked the whole team to stay for this.

Butcher and company had begrudgingly agreed, especially once the word ‘Homelander’ had been mentioned, the group looked exhausted and pissed off to have been made to wait.

“So what was so important you couldn’t say it on the phone, luv” Butcher put down his slice of pizza, straightening himself on his seat– what did yer mean ‘bout Homelander situation getting nuclear”

Starlight took her cellphone out showing a selfie to Butcher– Homelander wasted no time in pretending to be just another one of the girls, introducing herself properly after forcing Stan's hand, Starlight in a genius move played the shocked fangirl, saying the right things until she could snatch a selfie with the more than eager woman, after all her Starlight was Starlord and his fans would lose their minds if they got to see what one of the top 3 most popular members of The Seven looked like in other dimensions, specially one where Starlord girl version was still a Supe.

“So after I called the cunt a cunt the cunt went and got himself a cunt.” Butcher looked horrified– guess him being a ladyboy is big news, what is it Ladylander? Miss Homelander?”

“Tits look pretty nice, no?” Frenchie snorted while trying to determine just how big they were– H-cup?”

“Nah more like a G-cup or double-E with a really good push up bra” To his disgust he stared at the boobs– whoever did his tits… did a lovely job… shame ‘bout being attached to the wors’ piece of shite imaginable.”

Starlight stared at him in disgust, pushing her grimace away clearing her throat.

“That’s not Homelander, that's ‘A Homelander’” 

The group and Hughie looked at her confused.

“She’s a Homelander from a different dimension! Turns out there’s lots of Homelanders! Do you know what I saw today!?” She said frantically, taking Butcher’s by the arm, the man shook his head at the crazed woman– I saw you and Homelander making out, you called him ‘Daddy’, I can’t never erase that from my brain, I will forever have the image of you two tongue fucking!”

“What in the bloody hell are ya on ‘bout!?” 

“You fuck him.” She thinks back to the kiss– it was dis.gus.ting” she gestured her vowels, her eyes dilating.

Butcher pushed her hand away looking back at Hughie, but getting no helpful response from his friend. She moves past them taking a seat on the dirty couch.

“Yesterday… The news about what happened at Vought tower wasn’t completely made-up… there wasn’t a disgruntled employee setting up a bomb on the 82nd floor. A woman who happens to be a Homelander from another dimensions” She points at the picture again– appeared out of thin air with a guy she dubs ‘Leaper’, she and Homelander fought and that’s what took place in the tower… seems she has been ‘leaping’ thru dimensions for over a year and has been recording it all” she jumps back on her feet– I saw aliens!! Real fucking aliens dinos! Fucking space dinosaurs!! And now she’s in the tower with ‘our’ Homelander, and I don’t think this is going to end well for anybody because she’s fuckign crazy!! She impaled two guards on the wall and then took a selfie with me two minutes after!” She said frantically.

The group gave each other glances, unsure as to what to believe.

“Let’s say I believe you–

“Butcher there’s no surgical tool on this goddamn planet that could give Homelander a boob job, and he was on TV yesterday!”

“A supe freak did it then”

Starlight did not want to use this, proving Homelander right never sat well with her but he was right, she would come to Butcher and after that meeting Edgar had pulled her aside with clear orders to let Butcher and his team be informed as a backup to his own team, provided the FBSA wasn’t involved, this was to be a simple consultation job if the situation required it.

“He will give you an A-lister to persecute if you’re willing to keep it off the record… he’ll give you Mister Marathon.”

Butcher's mouth watered at the thought of taking down a former member of The Seven.

“Stan Edgar said that?”

“ This is just a consulting job… He gave me this in case you didn’t believe me”

She handed Butcher a SD card that she had tucked on the back of her phone, Frenchie took it, finding only a single file and Jpeg labeled confidential on the small card, he turned the laptop towards the group.

The picture was a group photo of The Seven, In the middle this Homelander in a skimpy suit which none of the men admittedly disliked, A-train but asian, The Deep this time a girl and just as stupidly pretty as Homelander, she wore the same suit but with shorts and somehow it looked tighter, with her hair in long beach waves down to her hips, King Agis a copy of Maeve– the suit not much different but the helmet was a nice touch… also not wearing pants, Stormfront now 6 foot with a pencil ‘stache and build like a bull, his uniform even less subtle about the nazi bullshit, Starlord just a twink version of Starlight and a Jonin Kuro.

Kimiko pushed her way closer, standing in that strange photo was her brother.

His suit looked like it had been plagiarized from an ‘anbu’ from Naruto, but that was her brother she signed at Frenchie asking what was going on.

“She says that’s Kenji”

“That’s him” M.M agreed– "he's what? Their Black Noir?”

Frenchie clicked on a video file, found in the folder alongside six other videos of various lengths were provided.

It was of Homelander, the Butcher version-- frozen in his spot, Butcher couldn’t help but grasp at his beard to make sure it was still there, this guy had all but a light stubble, baby smooth skin and a healthy tan, his hair shiny not by grease and combed in a all to familiar pompadour, but it was the clothes that gave him goosebumps– it was different but all the same, the colors and the motif were present, like an early concept of Homelander’s suit, had this been a picture he would accuse Annie of being sold an explendid fake, but it moved and talked like him.

This joke was showing the cameraman London by night, not the London he’d grew in but one flooded by more skyscrapers and neon signs– it was as if the city had multiplied in size and advertisements, a massive copy of Vought towers could be seen behind him in the horizon, had the river Thames not been in the horizon he would have it confused for another city, the camera turned around to Homelander, the same woman that Starlight had showed him just moments ago, frenchie sped it forward showing them land in a small balcony of an old yellow-brick apartment complex, the apartment was claustrophobic, with the only dining table being the kitchen island as behind was a couch and a fat cat lounging.

Stuff had been packed in boxes, the family getting ready to move.

But then there he was.

Same face, different haircut, same blue eyes and Butcher could’ve sworn he owned that shirt, and it was in his laundry at this very moment.

The man picked the fat white cat and headed towards the duo.

“Did anybody see you? It might be 3 am but nobody sleeps in this city.”

“We kept safe” She replied– "is nothing like my London. is so big!”

“You should see Sydney thats a lovely city but then again anything looks better than fucking Cabramatta.” The aussie accent did take him by surprise– youse better go to bed now, don’t want Ryann to wake up.”

“I’ll take a shower and join you in bed, daddy.”

“Hope you slip and break your skull, my sweet princess. Now hurry up, kid gots school tomorrow.”

The image moved abruptly after he saw himself kiss the shorter man’s cheek while petting the white cat.

The camera watched the couple cozy up as they headed for the bedroom, Homelander and Johnny exchanged few words, she looks at the couch spread a quilt and pillows set up covered in cat hair, she sat and pulled a picture frame closer– Maeve and a little girl about five or four years old, her hair in braids holding a toy garbage truck, a little girl with black hair and black eyes.

“Must be so weird from your end”

As if Joan whispered to Butcher directly, his heart jumped.

A red glove caresses the picture, stopping at the face of the little girl, her steps none-existent as she tours the house, walls naked marked in crayons, a door creaks open– behind a little girl.

sleeping soundly, holding a nerf gun in her arms, she gets painfully close to the girl, caressing her cheek.

She suddenly turns to find his wet reflection.

“Making sure she’s still here…” she whispered barely audible to the phone.

Butcher paused the video leaning closer to the screen feeling the acid burn as his food dare to travel back up, he could put 2 and 2 together quickly, in some twisted joke he peeked into a topsy-turvy nightmare, if that cosplayer wearing Homelander’s clown suit was him then that Maeve had been that Homelander… whatever his name is… Becca– a woman stumbling outside an office in distress.

Three hours ago it had been him entering after Maeve.

That little girl was his.

“One overpowered cunt is enough but two…” he chuckles– that’s a bloody good time.” him trying to think of something savory.

“‘Daddy’?” M.M couldn’t contain his laughter.

It was contagious.

“Settle down you bastards! That was not me!”

“Is okay princess” That was the highlight of Frenchie's year.

“You were married to him in one reality." 

Frenchie turn pale.

"I dont even know him!"

“Did you have anything to do with those holes by the entrance?” Homelander threw his gloves on the couch, where the woman sat wearing blue silk pj’s– where you get those?”

“Had to ask your Ashley for clothes, she’s taking me shopping tomorrow… Stan agreed that it would be nice for me to get some fresh air while we wait for Leaper’s condition to improve.”

He raised two confused eyebrows.

“Stan…? You… You on first name basis?” his voice almost cracks.

She turns the TV off.

“Had fun watching my videos? Hope going down to the labs to get them deleted was just as fun… thank you.”

Homelander gave her a cheeky toothy grin.

“You’re a pervert” He flops to her side– fucking freak.”

“Says the porn addict” She stretches to his side flashing his old tablet– took me three tries to figure out your password… Stillwell’s birthday” The screen opens to some colorful porn site– how much cuck and milf porn can a man watch?” she snorts– love how you have a whole collection of just stepmoms and your own knock-off porn… some of this guys barely look like you”

He gave her a cheeky look trying to coax stuff out of her, both knew what that look this face translated to.

“I mean me too…” She snorts– mine are 100% natural– and I don’t watch cuck porn.”

“I am not the cuck”

“oki... So you want to fuck people’s hot moms? Or just the hot single moms in your area?” She snuggles closer to him pressing her chest against his arm, making him curse that darn suit he wore, hers definitely natural– have a cute mommy smother you and call you her sweet boy as she plays with your willy? So sad thing”

Homelander gulped earning him a devious glance from those rich blue eyes, her fangs peeking as she smiled devilishly.

“And? Better than wanting the whole world to catch you fucking yourself stupid in some park” his hand had creep towards her thigh stroking her skin– you sad slut.”

“You do it too don’t you…?” There was a bit of anger in her voice– I’m not a slut, you whore.”

“Hey…” his arm is now wrapped around her pulling her closer– we both cross the line don’t we?” he stared straight at her pretty face– I liked your videos”

She giggled playfully firmly resting herself on his chest, tangling them further now he wanted to burn the suit desperately wanting to feel those soft breasts on his chest, their heartbeats beating rapidly at matching speeds.

“Bit sad I didn’t find any video of you and Stillwel” he said playfully– would’ve loved to see that– mine and I, never made any spicy tapes.”

“So your Stillwel didn’t get married and forgot about you?” The smile was forced, sounding hurt and angry.

“Mine had a baby and threw me aside” His mood rot.

His hopes murdered in broad daylight in front of a dozen witness who did nothing– his Madelyn in the arms of another man, a dozen men had tried and he had made sure to teach them a lesson but this coward had let it happen, then again… she was a girl, Madelyn must’ve never seen her as a lover but it was fine it just meant he had to go with a different approach.

“Hey… let’s not think about that, I bet when you get home yours will be there waiting for you with open arms.”

She can only shrug pretending to be cool.

“Wanna make a movie?” 

Homelander flinched.

Joan crawled on top of him straddling his hips, grinding her hips tightly against his cup– his face was close enough. Her fingertips stroke that naked chin, no beard to tickle her skin, not a single blemish from years under the sun in this baby soft skin, his hand found a home in her thighs, so soft, nothing like Jon’s gruff scarred hands. 

But he looked like him.

Stillwell had left her, Agis had left her, Kaarlo had been killed by Billie, Billie despised her– Jon had cared for her, he had kissed her good night, he had been gentle, he had been kind, he had protected her while knowing her body was harder than diamonds and titanium, Jon would find her crying and only offer shoulders without judgment… this was just a copy of him, worthless, cheap, insignificant.

“So just like you” The voice was sharp– can’t even help yourself can you? You pathetic little slut jumping at every STD filled cock that gives you five seconds of attention! No wonder you can’t keep a man… go on fuck him!” 

The voice mocked her from within.

"we can count all the people we've been with... not even double digits!! This doesnt count!!" she thinks.

“I am you and you are me– this is just complex masturbation and self-care.”

“Feels like incest to me” he said nervously but his hand stood firm on her thighs sliding under her silk shorts– yet you are technically me.”

“Give me my phone back” She whispered into his ear– you can be my co-director… I can play your Mommy if you like… or you'd like to be my Onii-chan…?”

Homelander nostrils flared, his hand took her ass, squeezing roughly.

“Desperate much?” the voice said more angrily this time.

He lifts his boot, she moves awkwardly to take it back letting out a chirpy noise as she takes her phone and sees it on 78% percent– Homelander indeed had been watching lots of videos, noting the last picture he had left open on her phone was that of the Seven.

“No Black Noir?” he asked– "whose Jonin Kuro?”

“I killed mine” She puts the video setting making sure to get his face– Stillwel said he was the obstacle between me and The Seven so I killed him… Kuro can move things with his mind… he can’t talk but he’s a good listener. He… He’s like a friend– sort of”

He looked at her boobs, telling himself he wasn’t in the mood not because the camera was already pointing at him but because he was more curious about her fucked up and inferior version of his world.

“Not really in the mood”

“What does he think he is? We ain’t good enough for his mediocre cock?” the voice sounded offended on her behalf, always back and forth with her mood– sure he's not a queer?”

“Okay… can I still record you?” she said meekly flipping the phone– and then maybe we can make a real movie… I really want to interview you for my channel.”

“Oh!” he blushed.

Her expression was sour but still calm, she looked at his hands still cupping her ass.

“Is okay you can touch… Is what I get for teasing you'' Homelander squeezed her ass, his mood was bad but his body still had the need and hearing her annoyed had made him want to amend the situation, she lifted her eyebrow leaning closer to whispers into his ear–So… I ask again, do you also… like… touching yourself where you might get in trouble?” her tone was innocent and curious, as if asking had made her feel embarrassed.

“I do whatever the fuck I want” he whispered back.

He gave her ass a light tap, so she bit his ear in return, both panted facing each other, her free hand squeezing at his chest pulling the flap of his suit down, traveling lower until her fingers meet the end of his shirt, effortlessly lifting and folding the tight fabric atop her knuckles, Homelander moaned lightly, forcing her to grind against him.

“Pervert”

“Says the one holding the camera”

He wrapped his arms around her, rolling them together into the couch, Joan laughed as she crashed on the cushions, one hand held the phone perfectly still.

“Do you feel like touching yourself in a place where you might get in trouble with me tonite?” she said with a coy smile– I might bite you.”

“I hope you do”

Her shirt ripped open and the phone now rested on the coffee table facing them.

She wanted the fantasy and he wanted to satiate his curiosity.

This was masturbation after all.

#homelander #butchlander #homelander fanfiction #my fic tag #of the same poisonous ilk #thanks to the readers #might have a delay with next chapter btw but i will try #the boys fanfiction #i love bratty bottom homie but i had a craving for bottom butcher soemthing about seeing a gruff asshole turn to puddy over dick just... ah #homelander x oc