“Good morning, YN. Today is a big day for us,” he said, his voice unnervingly peaceful. “Get dressed. We have a press conference in an hour.”

You nodded, getting up and putting on the uniform he had given you. The new suit felt unfamiliar against your skin, a constant reminder of your new commitment, but you liked how it looked on you.

“Save your concern for someone who needs it,” you retorted, brushing past her. “I’ve made my choice.”

The press conference was held in the main hall of Vought Tower. As you and Homelander stood together, facing the flashing cameras and the eager reporters, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Homelander began, his voice strong and authoritative. “I have an important announcement to make. YN and I are now in a relationship. Together, we’ll make sure to combat the lies the media spreads and show you the truth for a brighter future for America.”

You forced a smile, nodding along with his words. The room erupted in applause, and the questions started flying. You answered them as best as you could, sticking to the narrative Homelander had laid out. The applause and the attention felt intoxicating, filling you with a sense of significance you had never experienced before.

After the press conference, you found yourself alone with Homelander in a small conference room. He turned to you, his expression unreadable.

“You did well out there,” he said, his tone almost approving. “But remember, they love me, not you. If anything happens, I can turn them against you in a heartbeat.”

You nodded, feeling a strange thrill at his threat. It wasn’t a problem for you; it was just part of who he was, and you liked it. “I understand.”

“Good,” he replied. “Now, I have something else for you. A mission. It’s a test of your loyalty.”

Your heart raced at his words. “What kind of mission?”

He handed you a folder with detailed information. “There’s a supe disrupting the city. I want you to take care of it. Show me that you’re devoted to me.”

You opened the folder and scanned the contents, your eyes narrowing as you took in the details. The name and face of the target were familiar, and you realized why Homelander had chosen her, you couldn't deny him: this was your chance to prove yourself to Homelander, to solidify your place by his side.

“I’ll take care of it,” you said confidently.

As you left the room to prepare for the mission, you ran into Annie.

“YN, please. Think about what you’re doing,” she pleaded. “This isn’t you. Homelander is dangerous. You don’t have to do this.”

Your anger flared at her words. “Oh, I see what’s going on. You’re jealous, Annie. You can’t stand that someone else might be in the spotlight for once.”

“Jealous? That’s not it at all,” Annie insisted, her eyes wide with shock. “I’m worried about you. Homelander isn’t who you think he is.”

“This again?” you snapped, feeling the resentment bubble up. “We’ve already talked about this. You’ve always been jealous of me. Ever since I joined The Seven, you’ve treated me like I’m just your sidekick. Well, guess what? I’m done being in your shadow. Homelander sees my potential, and he’s given me a chance to prove myself.”

“YN, you’re making a mistake,” Annie said, her voice softer now, pleading. “This isn’t about jealousy. It’s about keeping you safe.”

-

The mission Homelander gave you was straightforward: eliminate a minor supe. As you approached the familiar location, a strange feeling hit your stomach. It was just an old warehouse; there was no reason for you to feel this way. Everything would have been so much easier if you didn’t have so many memories. However, none of it mattered. You knew Homelander, and you knew this was his way to test you, to see how far you would go for him. And you would go damn far.

You entered the warehouse, your senses heightened, and quickly located your target. Your heart skipped a beat. The supe was a young woman with the ability to ignite fire. She turned to face you, her eyes widening in recognition. Affection filled her eyes, but you didn’t allow yours to show the same feeling.

“YN? What are you doing here? Miss the team?” she asked, smiling. Her hair was different, and her face a little older, but the smile was the same. Her expression faltered as she noticed the darkness in your gaze—a look she couldn’t quite recognize. It was you, but something was different, something unsettling.

“I’m here to take care of a problem,” you replied coldly, stepping closer. You knew that to get the job done, you would have to leave it all behind—all the love for your past had to be destroyed so there would be enough space for your savior.

She backed away, her confusion evident. “What are you talking about? Is this about that shirt—”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you interrupted.

Before she could react, you lunged at her, using your improved strength to pin her to the ground. She struggled, but you were stronger, you were better. You could almost hear Homelander's voice in your head, telling you how good you were being for him. You felt a twisted sense of fulfillment as you overpowered her, your hands closing around her throat.

As she gasped for air, her flames flickering out, you leaned in closer, your voice a cold whisper. “I wish I could say I'm sorry that things ended like this.” You saw Ember's tear running down her cheek, but somehow it meant nothing to you. She meant nothing to you now.

With a final, cruel twist, you snapped her neck, feeling a wave of energy and pleasure. You stood up, looking down at her lifeless body, and felt no remorse. You weren't even ashamed about it.

You wiped away a tear you didn't realize was falling. Maybe that was your last bit of humanity. But you knew that everything would be worth it.

-

Returning to Vought Tower, you made your way to Homelander’s office, feeling a mix of pain and pride. Eager to see him as soon as possible, you quickened your pace, anxious for his praise. When you entered, he looked you up and down with a smirk.

“Looks like you’ve been in quite a fight,” he said, his tone a blend of amusement and condescension. “Guess the supe wasn’t much of a challenge after all.”

“I handled it,” you replied, a rush of pride in your voice. “For you.”

Homelander’s expression remained assertive as he stepped closer, his hand brushing your cheek with a calculated touch. “I know. You did such a good job, YN.” Your heart raced, the sound of it loud in your ears. You felt as if you would do it a thousand times again just to hear him say it once more.

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, his approval filling you with a sense of accomplishment. “Thank you.”

He guided you to his desk, where he began tending to your wounds. His touch was far from gentle, but you made sure not to flinch, determined to show that you could endure his roughness. As he worked, his eyes remained fixed on you, a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness in his gaze.

“You know, you made the right choice,” he said, his voice low and assured. “Now nothing is standing between us.”

You felt a deep sense of commitment at his words, and you looked into his eyes, feeling the intensity of his gaze. “I’d do anything for my family,” you declared, your voice steady.

Homelander’s eyes shifted, an unreadable expression flickering across his face. Without warning, he gripped your chin firmly, his lips crashing against yours with a fierce urgency. At first, you struggled to keep up with the intensity, but soon you found yourself matching his desperation, surrendering to his need.

“You’re so fucken annoying!”

Both of your hands choking the man underneath you while he happily moaned out for you.

Pounding inside of his warm and wet walls had you grunting making you squeeze tighter around his neck.

He was always so full of himself insulting you and constantly pushing you around.Having him at your mercy just as you did now was the only thing that made you feel better about it.

“You fucken love it when I fuck you like this right?” You growled.

“That’s why you’re always being such an annoying little whore.”Thrusting harder with each word he whimpered out nodding his head repeatedly.

“Y-Yes!!! Please!! Go harder!!”Crying out for you like the slut he was.Legs up in the air while you pressed down onto him.

Hitting against his special spot he can’t help but shriek in pleasure.His firm thighs trembling and shaking with each thrust.

Letting go of his neck he gasped loudly back arching while he threw his head back.

Your fast thrust come to a halt while your pace starts to become slower.At this point your just teasing him by letting your cock stretch him out slowly.

He can’t really complain since you’re in control of him now.Tears of frustration Want to escape his eyes but he hold them back.

Mouth wide open while moans and whines escape his mouth.Hair messy and neck full of love bites and your hand prints.

Moving his hips against yours he tries his best to feel more of you but fails since he eventually tires him out.Lewd noises of skin against skin and wet sounds made you proud of what you were doing.

“What Would the people think of their number one superhero being fucked stupid by a simple assistant like me.”

You hummed with a laugh.

With a sigh you lifted him up a bit more and with a rough thrust going inside of him even deeper then before.

Gasping out with a whiny girl voice you smile down at him.Placing a hand onto his stomach and pushing back against your bulge.

Homelander cried both of his hands gripping against the sheets.Your tip was now poking his prostate but that’s all it did.

Since you refused to move your hips again only watching as he squirmed from the needy feeling.

“P-please!! Please!! Please!!! I need y-you so bad!!”He begged loudly at this point not caring about being too loud.

Not that it even mattered tho.

Since most of the people have heard him before but were to scared to even say anything.This time he couldn’t stop the tears from leaving his eyes.

The way his lips tremble from not getting to feel the good feeling of your cock pushing inside of him.

He wrapped his arms around you while his legs also did now clingy to you even more.Fingernails dragging across you back while his mouth was busy attacking your lips.

You start moving against at a much faster pace causing him to pull away from the kiss a bit and cry out happily.

“I’m gonna cum inside you….Fill up your cute tummy.”

“Maybe I’ll even make you into a mommy hmm?”You teased pushing on his stomach to hopefully make his orgasm faster.

Surprisingly at your words Homelander just nodded at the thought of being filled by you.

“My cute slut always wanting my attention so bad.”You giggled against his lips and of course at your teasing he whined.

With one final thrust you pushed against him harshly rolling your hips and spilling your load inside of him.While he shivered at the warm liquid inside and pressing his ass against you roughly.

It always ended like this.

Homelander pushing you around throughout the day and making sure you were annoyed.Making sure you’d get so angry at him.

So at night you’d take out that anger on him.Of course it always ended with both of you cuddling and sleeping together.