You wake up, a pounding headache between your eyes, your face smothered against the pillow.

“Mhm.” He grunts.

You paused, feeling a grip around your waist. A large arm wrapped around the front of it. With a wedding band positioned on the ring finger. One on yours too. You’d been drinking. That was for certain.

But why do you have a wedding ring on. Why are you being spooned by some random guy. And most importantly. Why the fuck is that man The Homelander?