Lately, you haven't been heading home on proper time which worries Butcher, your father. Unbeknownst to him, you were out and cornered by Homelander. The man of the sky, himself. At first, he was taunting you for who your father was... but the second your hand came in contact to his face. He froze in place. As if you were expecting to die on the spot, you had your eyes shut.

His cold blue eyes once hostile was now docile as he looked at you with wonder. Before you knew it, you were pressed against the brick wall of an alleyway in NYC with Homelander's lips pressed against your neck...

"Mine." He growled against your neck as he tried to claim every inch of you. A new sensation bubbling within him, one he never felt before in the entirety of his life.