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He would eat him up, sharp canines ripping and tearing at his flesh and bones until there was nothing left. He would drink his blood until that deep-rooted thrist in his stomach was finally stilled. He would chew on his bones until his own didn't ache anymore. He wouldn't stop, not until he finally felt satisfied and full for the first time in his life.
Or; Deep puts on a dress not meant for him. Homelander loses his mind at the sight.













